Before that three-year dry spell, the longest I ever went without kissing a guy (since the original VL were lost) was about a year. That was while I was in the “sort of waiting for a missionary, but no commitments have been made” phase of my life.
Mmmm. Kisses.
I think the thing I miss the most (since the divorce and due to my slow-to-nonexistent dating social life) is kissing on a regular basis. You heard me right. Kissing. Making out. Locking lips. I’d rather make out with someone for two or three hours than … ahem. New paragraph.
There’s just something about kissing that really flips my lid. Hugs are nice. Hand holding is a sure way to tell someone you like them (and vice versa)—but that doesn’t get my juices flowing. Kisses on the cheek don’t necessarily mean anything, either, especially if you’re from anywhere but Utah. And since I’m trying to remain morally clean in thought and deed, I’m not going to even discuss sex. Today anyway.
Now kissing … full-on lip smooches … I never would have thought that this many of my daydreams would ever involve kisses, making out, hickeys, and various cars/couches/apartments/etc. Rowr.
Even if/when you kiss someone, it doesn’t necessarily mean there’s a mutual feeling of liking the person you’re with. It could just be hormones—from one too many nights of not having someone to kiss, or just to see if there really is attraction there, and if so, how much.
Of course, it’s easier to have a NCMO if you find the person somewhat attractive. That’s where making out in the dark comes in handy. By light of day, you might not ever touch the person with a ten-foot pole. Or a rubber glove. Or even wax lips. But in a dark corner of a gym or in a car … They can look like whomever you want. For those of you wondering, a NCMO is the LDS version of a one-night stand: a non-committal make out. And while I am searching for a more meaningful relationship than “My car or yours?”, NCMOs can be fun.
So anyway. My biggest fear in a dating situation is that I will find someone I could totally fall in love with, give him the come-hither look that always worked in the past, and he will think one of 6 things. 1. I’ve got something in my eye. 2. The come-hither look is really a get thee hence glare. 3. He’s so not interested and sends me back a get thee hence glare. 4. I’m a loser (even though I know I’m not, this one still plagues me). 5. I’m hitting on the guy standing immediately behind him. Or 6. He’ll get the clue, come in for a close up, and notice something big and green stuck in my teeth and back off faster than you can say “broccoli.” Sheesh. You’d think I spent a lot of time thinking about kissing or something. Maybe I have OCD.
Um, anyone have any chocolate?
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