Thoughts about kissing
Uploaded by annerik on Nov 29, 2002
I don’t exactly remember my first kissing experience, but I think I can paint a pretty good picture of it.
I had just been through the process of birth. I was extremely frustrated over the fact that I was literally pushed and pulled out of my oh-so-comfortable world into an unknown one. I sure wasn’t afraid to let others know how I felt about this whole deal- I screamed from the top of my lungs.
My mom understood exactly how I felt. She tried to calm me down by pressing her soft lips onto my forehead. There- I had had my first kiss. Even though I have no memory of it, I’m positive it was one of the best kisses of my life.
Those loving, protective kisses by my mother and other close relatives were part of most of my childhood. I didn’t mind them as much as I did mind those sloppy kisses from all those old wrinkly ladies in family reunions. I still have nightmares about them.
But I was smarter than an average bird. I learned to escape them. As soon as I detected a potential kisser I simply disappeared from their sight. If it was too late for the escape, and the lips were already making their way to my precious face, I usually made myself stumble and. Anything was better, even getting hurt, than being kissed by slimy old lips that have probably kissed more people than I could count.
I soon discovered that there are some much more pleasant aspects of kissing.
One day, I must have been about 6 years old I remember coming home from school, extremely excited.
“I was kissed in a special place today” I declared.
“Where?” my mom asked me in shock, rolling her eyes.
“In the school yard, behind a tree”, I replayed with a dreamy look on my face.
But it wasn’t until my teenage years when I started learning about the many benefits of kissing.
I was 13 when I found out that kissing burns calories. Weight has always been a big concern among females. People have come up with some really wacky ideas on how to loose weight. I figured kissing couldn’t possibly be the worst. Besides, by that time I was aware of the more intimate ways of kissing and I was more than eager to try it out.
It happened at my friend’s birthday party. We were playing one of the oldest kissing...