Sloppy kissers
You receive a response to your personal ad and you check him out. He’s good looking, not too tall, not too short, has a good job, doesn’t seem the type to have sex under the dress racks at the shopping center so you write back and say that meeting for a cup of coffee sometime would be nice.
On the appointed day and time you show up, fully expecting that the photo he sent was one he scanned out of a catalog. He arrives and he looks as good in person. He’s charming. You make a real date for the weekend.
For the rest of the week you fantasize about what a great time you’ll have. Will you agree to have sex on the first date? Will you make him wait? What will it feel like to kiss for the first time.
The date goes well and you’re getting your game on. You send the wordless signal letting him know that kissing you would be good right about now and then it happens.
He’s a sloppy kisser. What could be worse?
He puckers up and you feel like you’re putting your head in a lion’s mouth. Slobber everywhere and you wish you had a towel to dry off with.
Guys, we have our own spit thank you very much. Even when things are really getting hot between us, I don’t want bucketful of saliva dribbling down my chin. Not only that, I shower before the date so a tongue bath is probably not necessary.
There is something quite wonderful about a good kisser.
I’ve never had a kiss that impressed me. My exhusband was a slobbery kisser. The others were mostly stolen kisses or pecks on the cheeks. The worst was a kiss that a guy I didn’t know surprised me with and stuck his tongue down my throat.
I don’t kiss any more.
I agree. There is truly an art to good kissing. Also, I would say you can evaluate good kissers by watching them. Who do you think is the best movie star kisser?