K-I-S-S-I-N-G keeps inner-youth singing
Forget adult sex mess, remember butterflies of early romantic life
During a recent gathering, a very opinionated friend decided to announce how much she missed making out. This roused up an intriguing conversation among couples and singles.
Remember those days, probably back in high school or at the beginning, awkward stages of a relationship, when kissing was the only physical contact you had?
We’re pretty quick at recalling our first kiss as it becomes a part of our rite of passage into the early stages of adult relationships. But now that years have passed and experience has crossed our horizons, we’ve forgotten that earliest stage of romance – the kiss.
Have you ever just kissed someone for hours, maybe until 5 a.m. when the sun is coming up and it feels like there is no one else in the world? Remember when kissing wasn’t just foreplay to other activities?
We’ve forgotten the most basic element of passion. Why would we want to kiss that goodbye?
As we get more comfortable with our sexuality and accept that we now live in a sexual environment, and for some, a sexual relationship, the small things drift away, back into the middle school days of holding hands and sweaty palms in the backseat of dad’s car. We’ve been there, done that, and why would we want to relive it? If we’re old enough now to be on our own, driving to pick up our dates and sharing much more that an armrest, why would we want to go back to that elementary stage of k-i-s-s-i-n-g? After all it’s not like I want to be 14 again.
But we can’t forget the child within us. Sometimes it feels nice to swing on a swing set. Sometimes it’s comforting to curl up under a blanket and watch “The Little Mermaid” while eating cookie dough with your best friends.
Just because we’re old enough to stay up past bedtime or break curfew doesn’t mean we have to forget how much fun it is to be a kid.
Kissing can be better than “all the way.” It can be safer, more intimate and ten times as fun. Just because you have the adult freedom to do something, doesn’t mean you should.
Maybe the problem with the ailing relationship is the lack of fundamental romantic stepping stones.
Sure, I’m annoyed by teenagers today and would give anything to never go back to those awkward years of super-emotional trivialities, but I’m not ready let go of youth.
Don’t you want to be young and silly? Don’t you want to forget birth-control and condoms?
Forget all that orgasm talk, and let go of all the sexual tension. Grab a copy of “Beauty and the Beast,” pucker up and kiss growing up sayonara. Mwah!
(Originally written 4.12.2006)