I think of some of the most memorable mouth collusions of my existence. There was always a moment when I realized this person was some how interested in me. That they expected something from me and therefor I would find myself gliding in to a spectacular interaction of face parts.

I remember my first kiss like it was yesterday... in fact it was yesterday. No not really, but it was only a year ago and I am nearly twenty-six so I'm kicking in late to the party. But like nearly every make out session I've been involved in, it had a meaningful build up to that moment.

I remember when I reached the moment when it became real to me that I'd share something special with this woman. She said to me, "I feel like you need to have a connection with someone if you will like them enough to be in a relationship. Do you feel like we have that kind of connection?" It wasn't like I was immediately making out with her, but at that moment I knew she liked me. She liked me for about four or five days. We might have had a connection but it must have been a tenuous one.

The next kiss in my existence in intimacy was about six or eight months later. It was the most stable relationship I've ever been involved in. It lasted about two or three weeks, depending on who you ask, or depending on my mood if you were to ask me.
But I knew the that this girl liked me when she dropped the less than subtle hint, "How can you truly love someone if you don't know their middle name. My middle name is..." And she just told me what it was. She couldn't be any more obvious if she pulled the car over and started grinding up against me that very moment... but no, that would come later.

The next person was actually a man. He just said, "I want to see your penis." Men need to learn how to become more romantic. I never did show him my junk, but I did quickly make out with him a couple hours later. A healthy dose of adventure never hurt anyone.

I had a fight with a friend, on a bad day. I felt like people were ignoreing me, including her and she admitted she was. And that she was falling in love with me. I didn't know how to take that because I actually thought she was really cool and would have liked to date her... but I didn't think she'd be interested. I was leaving for summer vacation in a month, I wasn't sure if I'd return and after she told me she liked me she broke contact for a little while. I apologized, our friendship was repaired... and then the week that I left we hung out a lot more, and the night before I was to go we made out, it seemed like it was out of no where almost, but I know that if we had never had that argument I would never have known she had feelings for me and I'd never have grown closer to her.

I haven't been a total slutface. Every time I've found myself in these moments it hasn't been out of desperation or boredom. There was always that connection, just like with the first woman I ever kissed.