I have decided that, looking back on my teendome and the nights of running around on fields with two Smirnoff Ice's in my system till ooh....around 11.30pm latest, they were not prolonged enough. And I think this mostly because the best part about it was kissing. We used to get SO excited, we would plan (and shotgun) on at least wednesday or thursday who we were all going to kiss that Saturday night. My tummy would be in knots with excitement and anxiety; would I need an extra Strongbow in my system to pluck up the courage? Is my Sticky-eye look down to perfection? And if so, and we do all get that kiss, was it worth spending days and days analyzing every moment leading up to it and then afterwards. Do I text him? Do I wait until he texts me? How long do I wait before I know its ok to plan to kiss someone else without being branded as a 'Mouth Whore'?
I feel like now there is no dramatic build up to that one thing that brings two people over the line of hopeful flirtation and into the realm of possible intimacy. A kiss. Now, a kiss is worth what a hand-hold used to be in comparison. I'm not saying I want to retract every experience with every boyfriend, but I would
love that 15 year old 'Fuck, I hope he kisses me' excitement. Give me the butterflies.
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