A kiss is a fantastic event. Betty Everett has been telling girls for decades that "if he loves you so it is in his kiss." I know I have had at least one kiss from a person, and it just so happens that I have been anticipating, wanting and fantasizing about his kiss. The potential of this one kiss holds so much. However, sometimes a kiss is sprung on you without notification or reciprocal feelings. Those should be kept to the confines of bad kiss confessions.
I hold kissing to a high standard. All kisses are judged from this one moment that is taken straight out of my journal.
That is the best kiss I've ever experienced.
I didn't have so much luck this year on New Year’s. It is midnight at a fraternity house. Yes, I'm a little too old to be there, but the house is full of non-traditional students and alumni. You've got to remember the movie Old School just came out this year.
I make a motion to simply hug one of my guy friends. As I go in for the hug he quickly does the switch and bait and turns his face into mine. I was drinking; my reactions are slowed! I got an open mouth kiss all the way from my ear to my mouth. His lips landed squarely surrounding my entire mouth. I have big luscious lips, so that is quite a feat! The entire right side of my face is sopping wet. At least I got a kiss at midnight.
I went outside and interrupted a conversation between my guy friend and another guy. I was telling them about what had just happened. I said, "Big Billy just unexpectedly kissed me. I think I'm going to have bad luck!"
The guy friend leaned in and kissed me too. I admit it, I kissed him back. We have a completely platonic relationship. I never imagined kissing him, ever.
We pull away from the kiss and quizzically look at each other. At the exact same moment we both say, "That was a really bad kiss."
I'm not laying all of the blame on him, but with all of the girls he dates I thought he would be a better kisser.
He said, "Let's try it again."
He leaned in slowly. Our lips touch. We are kissing. It is still bad. The guy that was having the conversation with my guy friend when I interrupted said he didn't want me to have bad luck all year, so he kissed me too. And it was good.
I remember one of my best girlfriends telling me a story after a wild night in high school. She was at secret high school party in a city park. The city park was more like woods in a forest, a scene from the movie Dazed and Confused. She confided in me a real, juicy secret. At the party she had kissed two guys that night! My high school self was appalled. I imagined my friend turning into a raging slut from two kisses. I was naive. I informed her that I would NEVER kiss two guys in one night. My-oh-my, how things change. I guess I didn't technically lie. She is just before her time.