The good kiss: Come on, kiss me!
Luckily we sat in the taxi. We drove through the city and approached his street, and I thought, That's not it, you can not get it out now. Not just like that. So, door up and out with the female reserve. Instead of a "goodbye" there was a kiss. Short and light as a blink of an eye, but - bang - a bomb exploded in my stomach. In the weeks that followed, I brushed my teeth five times a day and suffered from an open chin (he was wearing a three-day beard).
Today, ten years later, our kisses are, well, short. There is one in the morning when the man drives to the office and one in the evening. Now and then he breathes something that does not deserve the name kisswhile we discuss the electricity bill. One could also say that our kisses are now as defined by the cultural scientist Ingelore Ebberfeld in her book "Kiss Me": "A Touch of the Lips."
Ouch. That hurts. After all, a kiss is much more: lure, promise, desire. He lets us hope, fear, comfort, cheat and desire. With a kiss, we decide if we let the other first to bed and then into our lives. Therefore, the scientist considers the very first kiss "dangerous". Why? "Because we're revealing so much about us." A kiss is not just a kiss. But a kind of business card for what else the man can do. Lousy kissers get no second chance.
The feeling of effervescent powder in the mouth and happiness in the brain
Of course, men see this more pragmatically. First, they do not like kissing, as Ingelore Ebberfeld found out in a study. Second, not just because of romance. When it is kissed, it has to pop in the end as well. In bed, on the washing machine, does not matter. Main thing sex. And thirdly, they would rather give up kissing than just this.
Do you know that at the beginning of a hot love? No. And even if, who cares: Kisses, there are at this time, as in summer algae in the Baltic Sea. Sex on top of it. Life is beautiful, everyone is happy. But once the children are conceived, the station wagon is bought and the babydoll is packed away from the top, one should be satisfied with a smooch that is not even worthy of a dog.
A kiss should be worth more. Because of him, love was allowed to move in with us. But how do you get back to a proper smooching when the time is over, in which you spontaneously ripped off the costume in the morning? Begging for kisses? Undignified. Just start, no matter when and where? I'm not one of those who lick unrestrainedly while admiring the children's lego creations. Threaten sex withdrawal? Ha, good joke.
I do not expect much from the man at my side. No cleaning lady, no fancy car, no stock fund. Only kisses. Tender, passionate, hungry. The feeling of effervescent powder in the mouth and happiness in the brain. I want to close my eyes when kissing and forget for ten minutes that I'm over thirty, married and having a family.
Maybe I should shout my longing in the face: "Come on, come back immediately! Otherwise ... "Yes, else? Nothing else. For the enemy is powerful and listens to everyday life. Always one step ahead, hard to drive.
A woman whom I value very much, because she knows how to dissect a deer expertly and knows how to embellish light switches with decoupage technique. knows a trick against it: Fremdküssen. When she travels to a friend's weekend once a year and sips a charming Gin Tonic at the bar in the evenings, she is happy to be invited for a drink. And, although I'm attached to monogamy, she's right about smooching with a stranger at the hotel bar is more glamorous than an affair with a neighbor. Her boyfriend always marvels at her return, how happy and relaxed she looks (and her lust for sex).
Kissing is also beautiful. With a kiss one moves to the 38 facial muscles, wrinkles have no chance. And thinner: Three minutes kissing consumes twelve calories. Thanks to the release of endorphins, kisses protect against depression, relieve stress and let us live five years longer.
But actually, I do not need reasons to kiss. Or is it? It's time to get the magic back. Luckily, he adjusts himself to kissing, at least if you still like the one you kiss. I'm starting to extend our farewell and hello kisses from five to thirty seconds. Feel like at fifteen, which is terrible and beautiful at the same time. So go ahead.Sometimes there is a gentle kiss in the street, sometimes a longing on the couch. After a few days, the man kisses me all by himself and as often as usual in a month and, apparently, without ulterior motive. My chin reddens, and I taste effervescent powder.
Yes, smooching is a bit childish, but ... oh - give it a try!
