Comments on: New Year’s Revulsion

By: Effortlessly Average

Effortlessly Average — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:58:47 +0000

That just blows. Here I am with all this kissing talent and you know what I did on New Year’s Eve? Drank a beer while watching Blazing Saddles with my dog.

And no, despite my talent in that area, my dog did not receive a kiss at the witching hour. heh

By: awittykitty

awittykitty — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 23:47:35 +0000

The last guy I dated, Handyman, thought pressure with his lips on mine equaled total ecstacy on my part. I felt like I was getting freakin’ smothered. When he hugged me it was like the Heimlich maneuver. I’m amazed that a grilled cheese from THAT morning didn’t fucking pop out. Oy.

By: DanjerusKurves

DanjerusKurves — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 23:38:05 +0000

Myra: Let me get this straight … you just pop by here and leave splendid stories and comments … and it’s FREE?

By: Rio

Rio — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 03:58:59 +0000

I haven’t learned as many things in my life as I probably should, but I do know this:

Good kissers are born, not made.

You’re either good or you suck….there is no in between.

By: MyraMains

MyraMains — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 01:24:43 +0000

Ohhhhhhhh, DK. I feel, and have felt, your pain indeed. Augh!! Bad Kissers! I thought you were going to say he had old-man-breath, which is a dealbreaker for sure. I’m sorry you had the experience…and sorrier still to know that you’ll cringe each time you think of it for the rest of your life. And you will. Now that you’ve brought it up, and since I require no pressing WHATSOEVER to launch into a tale of ME, let me recount for you a few of *my* bad kissers: Brian, a cute guy who went to church with me in my youth but who never had the nerve to approach me until the day he was to move away. He kissed just like a parrot works a peanut. Got that visual? It was *just like that!!!* No spit. No skill. Fast forward 20 years to my first kiss as a divorcee. His name was Terry and tension had been building for some time when he finally moved in for the kill. He omitted the little, sweet kisses that are SO NECESSARY to start, and went straight to trying to stuff his giant tongue in my mouth. I was pushed him away and ran him out, then called my sister and screamed for the next several minutes. Lucky me, the next guy I dated sucked at kissing, too….he’d cram his tongue in first thing and then flap it in the SAME EXACT MOTION, over and over. Same speed every time, same movement, always gross. I dated him for 18 months. (He was good at other stuff.) Never again! Bad kisser? DEALBREAKER! Happy New Year, girlie-friend.