I always thought that a good kiss was like a good handshake. You want it to be memorable for all of the right reasons. When it comes to a first date, the kiss is always my favorite part. Rather, the anticipation of the kiss, is my favorite part. Do you kiss? Do you not? Should it be a peck? Should it be slow? Should I tilt my head to the left or right? A lot goes into a kiss, even more goes into a memorable one. Here are my top three memorable kisses. Whether it was the person, the location or the actual kiss themselves, these three are forever etched in my mind and softly forever on my lips.
The Nervous Kiss
I never, ever get nervous before a kiss. But for some reason, the thought of kissing this guy made me beyond nervous. So much so, that I stopped at a store to get candy. Why you ask? It was my opening line to get the kiss on the table. “Oh, your lips are blue now. I’d hate to get that on my lips.” I know, pathetic right. But it worked.
This was our second date and it started like the last, with tons of laughter. I realize now that my nervousness was based on the fact that I really liked this guy. I enjoyed his company, he made me laugh and he never made me feel like he was out to sleep with me and move on. But I will still so nervous, and I think he knew that. I admitted that the candy was a ploy and I hoped he didn’t think it was silly. Instead he laughed at me, pulled me in slowly and gave me the softest, sweetest kiss I ever had.
I remember looking at him, and we both just smiled. We continued to have amazing kisses for over a year before the relationship ended. But even to this day, whenever I see a blue Push Pop, I can’t help but smile.
The Passionate Kiss
I’m a fan of jerks because they are usually really good at something. And while there is no denying they are jerks, there is also no denying that they are damn good at whatever there “thing” is. Ok, so I shouldn’t say that he was a jerk because he did anything wrong. He was just that confident guy who knew his shit didn’t stink. They are also another personal fave of mine because bursting their very over inflated balloon is one of my all time favorite past times.
On the second date, while it was lightly raining and standing next to his car, he grabbed me for a full kiss. I must clarify that the “grab” was also the reason this kiss was so damn good and highly passionate. I had on a string tank top with a string bra that he GRABBED with both hands nearly tearing them off my body and landed one on me. I was beyond shocked. For one, I was terrified he was going to ruin one of my favorite Victoria’s Secret bras. And two, I could tell that he could care less. He knew that he was giving me an award winning kiss. Again, a jerk knows what he’s good at, and he’s very proud to show you. This was also the last time I kissed him. Living the life of a traveler means I am usually never in one place for very long. But if I make it back to the beach, I may need to give him a call.
The First Kiss
The First Kiss I feel is the deciding factor if Date #2 happens. On our first date, a date which by the way lasted five hours and had us taking a lovely stroll around town and singing show tunes to each other, we ended it with a kiss.
Side Note: I just realized that all three of these kisses happened while leaning next to cars. So maybe I just like being on the hood of a car ala Whitesnake.
You ever have a kiss where you lose track of time and partial feeling in your legs? Yea, that’s what happened. We attempted to walk away so that we could both leave and go home, several times. But each time one of us would smile which would make the other smile. And then…well then our lips took over. Each kiss was soft, lovely and full, warm and sensual without being too sensual. I finally decided to be an adult and say that we would kiss one more time and that I was WALKING AWAY after that.
I know what you’re thinking, I have the will power of a Kardashian at NBA All Star Weekend. But I am proud to say, that is what I did. We kissed for the last time, and I turned on my heels, and walked away. Dammit, if I couldn’t stop smiling though. As I crossed the street still feeling like I was in a movie, I turned to have a quick look at him. And to my surprise, he turned as well, giving me this amazing smile and delightful wave. When I went home, that kiss was on my mind for the entire evening. We have had a few kisses since then, and an amazing breakfast. But that First Kiss will probably be the measure for all other First Kisses.
In conclusion, as I told a friend today, perhaps I will need to kiss 100 frogs until I get to my one prince. I promise by the end of this journey, I will be that much closer to that ONE perfect kiss. Until then, remember what Ingrid Bergman said “A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”