Like the song says: “I kissed a boy. I liked it.” Really, that’s the one thing I want in a partner — the kiss that shakes the foundations of Western Civilization. Curl me up on the couch for a good make out session, and I’ll forgo sex — seriously. We can even keep out shirts on — though I’d as soon not.
Don’t get me wrong, sex is great, fun, exciting, and, if done correctly, a good cardio workout. Kissing, on the other hand, can be far more than foreplay. It can be the act in and of itself. Yes, we’ll both look like we have a book of the Iliad in our pants, and that’s okay. Really. Sure it may give us both a case of blue balls, but that’s okay too. One of the reasons that I’ve always loved Springsteen’s “Born to Run” is the line “I want to die with you Wendy on the street tonight in an ever-lasting kiss.” What a way to go. After all if you want to know if he loves you so, “It’s in His Kiss.”
