Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s one of those eternal truths. Kissing is an experience that brings me great joy. Last night I went out on a second date with someone, and at the end of the evening we were standing out in the freezing cold air talking and kissing was all I could think about. He’d continued to grow on me, a lot, over the course of the evening, I’d been restraining myself from touching him for hours (we were not alone on the date and people were already making uncomfortable assumptions), he looked warm and approachable, and I thought to myself to hell with it and said to him “I’m going to kiss you now, if you don’t mind.”

Oh, but it pays to be bold. It’s always a good sign when I’m comfortable enough with someone to ask them for what I want, and he was warm indeed. Willing, too, and a very good kisser. I’ve mentioned before that I’m not really sure what makes a kiss good, but there are definitely certain things that make a kiss better. Laughing into each others mouths. Hands fisted in your hair or your clothing. Being pulled back again and again for just a little bit more.