My first kiss was with Don, at a high school dance my freshman year, out on the dance floor.
He went in for a kiss then slipped me the tongue and I was like, “WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS?!”
It shocked me and surprised me.
I was not expecting a kiss.
My fist REAL kiss I got from my ex-boyfriend in high school.
He leaned me up against his mustang and kissed me until my knees melted and he had to prop me up against his car.
It was THAT good.
That kiss has set the bar for kissing for most of my adult life.
I was sitting in a hot tub at my friends’ house when it happened.
A woman planted a kiss on me that made me TOTALLY RETHINK HOW I KISS.
It was wild.
Soft yet demanding.
Filled with passion.
I decided right then and there that this kiss was going to change how I kiss men in the future.
Now, I emulate that kiss over and over again when I’m making out with somebody.
I’m 44 years old, I have two kids, and I’m still learning the nuances of passion.
Long live lifelong learning!