It seems we all grew up with a ready pucker. From our grandparents, parents, aunts, cousins and old weird Uncle Slim, we have all shared kisses. Family kisses are automatic and inconsequential. But the day comes when your ten-year-old neighbor, William, plants a lip lock on you and it’s then that you decide that you'd rather kiss old truck tires than little boys.
The years flit by and then one day you’re 13 and looking for William. The hormones have kicked in, you’re wearing lipstick and kissing gives you the shivers. At 14, you get your first French kiss and you think you’re going to hurl. At 15, you’re using your tongue to fence with William’s tonsils. You soon realize that kissing is normal and even commonplace. Until one day, that certain someone plants a whammy on you!
Your knees go weak, your eyes flutter and you experience third degree moistness in the nether region. You’re in love! From that point on, every kiss is special from him and sought after. The problem is, you now want to kiss every good looking guy you see. So teenage crushes come and go, like lip gloss, as you perfect your pucker power.
The next few years pass, as well as boyfriends. Now, you’re a sophisticated high school senior and your best girlfriend stays over one night to study for exams. At 1AM, she introduces you to a new experience. Your first girl kiss. Your mind goes wacko with wonderful sensations and a great quantity of guilt.
Now jump ahead two years to your freshman year at college. Here you find some of the best smooch connoisseurs in the world. You even remember a few of their names.
Life goes on, years go by, hearts get broken, but you endure. With every new friend you make, there’s always a kiss just waiting to be harvested.
Do you remember your most memorable kiss? Was there one that changed your entire outlook on the mastering art?