JLNobody wrote:In my very early twenties I dated a georgeous model from my life drawing class. I had big plans, and that made me very nervous. At one point we were sitting in my car and she commented on the beauty of the moon. I impatiently looked out the window and grunted a perfunctory "Yeah." She responded "No the other way, that's a street light." That was the best thing I did that night, the night of our last date.
See? Now that is the kind of humiliation that I'm talking about. It's just horrible when that happens. Also, very funny to those of us who it didn't happen to...LOL
justa_babbling_brooke wrote:Kissing is something that can go on for hours...and seem like minutes.
I remember when kissing was like that. My god, I haven't kissed like that in sooooo damn long. And it's been a real long time since it was actually a goal in and of itself. It's become more of a fairly fun activity that gets boring if it isn't followed up fairly quickly with groping and inserting of body parts...
He was a newspaper reporter and all I remember is his first name, Fred.
JLN, I would never have thought you could be so clueless! Snicker.
kickycan wrote:justa_babbling_brooke wrote:Kissing is something that can go on for hours...and seem like minutes.
I remember when kissing was like that. My god, I haven't kissed like that in sooooo damn long. And it's been a real long time since it was actually a goal in and of itself. It's become more of a fairly fun activity that gets boring if it isn't followed up fairly quickly with groping and inserting of body parts...
The longer you kiss.......and the more sensual the build up of passion is...the "BETTER" the inserting of body parts is. IMO
Kissing definitely can be an end in itself. It is very often more (inter)personal than coitus, which can occur very impersonally--but not kissing.
Indeed, I can watch a movie of a couple having sex without feeling that I am being a voyeur, but I'm uncomfortable watching a couple engaged in passionate kissing.
Re: The Perfect Moment
kickycan wrote:Do you know the moment I'm talking about? You are out with somebody new, and you're getting close, you're starting to feel comfortable...or it could be a friend, someone you've known for a long time...
...and it happens...that moment when you are just talking and hanging out, just enjoying each other's company, and suddenly you look at each other and there is that silence...and your eyes lock, and everything changes, and the mutual chemistry compels you to move in, oblivious to anything but that person in front of you, and the pull of the kiss that you are about to share begins to bring your mouths slowly together...
I know that moment. It was in my dream that I wrote about in my Dreaming of other men thread. I believe I described it as 'when a man looks at you like you're a hot fudge sunday on a 90 degree day'. But it's more like what kicky described. The magnetism. The tingles all over. The adrenaline rush.
Oh, what we give up to be married...
Quote:...and you blow it! You say something awkward and idiotic or laugh or look away nervously, because you are too afraid, or you're too self-conscious or insecure...you just choke.
Is there anything more embarrassing and awkward than that moment?
And then again, marriage isn't so bad.
Ummm, memories......>sighing<
Great move there JL....LOL
Don't underestimate a kiss guys.
A good kisser can knock your socks off and it is decided
right then and there if he's going to "score" or not.
A bad kisser can go home, trust me on that one!
I always found that american men kiss differently than
european men do
I found that different american men kiss differently...
Yes osso, everyone does kiss somewhat differently,
but the technique is different here than there.....
Perhaps we could write a book..
Osso, lets opt for a video with 100 men to demonstrate...
Put me down for a copy as soon as they're made. Where do I send the check?
....
Oh yeah,
this happened to me and I will never forget it!
I will share:
about 2 yrs ago ( i was about 19) I really liked my brother's friend, and it turrned out that one night he got to drive me home from a party. We were having such a good conversation and joking around. It was late, and we get to my house, and we continued joking around in his car, then the "moment" happened. He took my hand, and started playing with it looking into my eyes,, we were getting closer and closer to kissing, but at the back of my head was a picture of my brother, so i turned arouund and like an idiot i pointed to my house saying that someone is probably up waiting for me and that I have to go, and he looked like he was scared and said something like "that's it", i don't know it was really awkward, i left and said good night right after that.
It was a bit weird the next few times I saw or spoke to him. Haven't seen him in a while, but when we do see each other we just play dumb.
It's strange though, he's the only guy I have ever felt those butterflies in the stomach with.
It sucks that he has to be my brother's good friend!
justa_babbling_brooke wrote:kickycan wrote:justa_babbling_brooke wrote:Kissing is something that can go on for hours...and seem like minutes.
I remember when kissing was like that. My god, I haven't kissed like that in sooooo damn long. And it's been a real long time since it was actually a goal in and of itself. It's become more of a fairly fun activity that gets boring if it isn't followed up fairly quickly with groping and inserting of body parts...
The longer you kiss.......and the more sensual the build up of passion is...the "BETTER" the inserting of body parts is. IMO
Hey, get off my back, will ya! I'm a busy man! I can't be bothered with these marathon nine-minute love-making sessions! I have stuff to do! Like watch TV, and smoke and stuff.
Don't know, CJ, i've been through my share of men on both continents, and I find them to vary from one to another.
I had my share of moment that I blew. The one that stands out most involves E the monster (my ex of 8 years) before we got together. We went out with a group of friends, it was a life concert, Southern Culture on the Skids was playing. E grabbed me to dance, and the moment arrives: my hand brushed against his hair and rested on his neck, he gazed into my eyes and said :"Will you save me?" And I, in utter confusion mumbled something to the effect:"Errr, I'm not qualified, talk to my sister, she's studying to become a doctor." At which I rushed to my seat and staired intensely at my shoes for the rest of the night. It's a good thing he doesn't give up easily, it was a good run those 8 years in the end.
Kicky - I miss those moments a lot.
<Kicky swoops in on a vine like Tarzan, grabs littlek, and whisks her away to his jungle lair>
