Confession #3: I don't like to kiss

It's true. I don't really like to kiss... on the mouth... French kiss, anyways.

I don't mind kissing someone somewhere else, & I DEF don't mind being kissed somewhere else. But I don't like the whole open-mouthed, 'I'm drooling, you're drooling, let's stick our tongues in each other's mouths' kind of kiss. It's kinda gross.

I like what a kiss can lead to... as well as the anticipation that can lead to a kiss... but I've never been fond of kissing, except for when it came to kissing this 1 guy. We met during my junior year of college, I think. We met at a 'sushi/karaoke' party (haha) that a friend of mine was hosting. He was 1 of 4 white dudes in a room full of Korean girls & Vietnamese guys. We met, we mingled, we instantly clicked. We might have hit it off a little too well tho ;-)... (haha, we didn't do THAT). Now HE... was my soulmate (in terms of kissing). It is too bad that didn't work out, but he only left me with fond memories. I miss his lips (and ALMOST everything attached to them).

I have not really enjoyed kissing anybody else. I kinda enjoyed kissing the "not-ex". But even then, it was only "kind of". I remember ONE instance where we shared a great kiss, but of all the times we kissed, that only happened once. He always smelled good though! (To me). I later on pinpointed that smell to the smell of the food called falafels. I don't particularly like to eat falafels, but that's what he smelled like. It was the pheremones I guess. Even when he was all sweaty he smelled great to me. Except for this one time. He came over, kissed me, & his lips reeked of the scent of another girl's *pussy*. He smelled like shit.

Confession #2: I almost burned a pair of mens' blue, athletic shorts once...

... but only ended up mopping a dirty, dorm room floor with them, stomping on them, and then throwing them away. They belonged to my "ex"... or "not-ex". I don't know what to call him. He gave them to me one morning, after I spent the night at his place. I believe he said "consider this the first semi-present..." a pair of used, blue shorts, which were much too big for me... how thoughtful... and generous, too! I am sad to say that this was the only "gift" he ever attempted to give me during the entire time I knew him... I know, I know, what a lucky girl I was!

We met during my freshman year in college. We were... physically close, so to say. I don't even know how to describe "us". It sometimes seemed as if we were 'together', but I guess most of the time it didn't. And when it did, he was always trying to break up with me! Either that, or he would tell me that we weren't 'together' in the first place! Haha... I wish my chuckle was a little less wry still, at the thought of that... but... oh, well.

Let's move on, shall we?