Best Kiss.

Best Kiss

I was just thinking about the best kiss I can remember, and because I spent upwards of a month trying to kiss Erik while he repeatedly squirmed away, my first real kisses with Erik weren't necessarily text-book great. Sure, there were butterflies and potential and crushes and the the beginnings of the best love I've ever had, but Memorable-Oh-My-God-That-Was-Just-An-Amazing-Kiss-wise? I don't know. It's a whole other emotion-less category. "Best Kiss" is one of those kisses that throws you off, and rather than keep making out and um, progressing, you're more likely to stop for a moment to think to yourself, "Dude. That was a great kiss." It doesn't necessarily depend on love, but a deep relationship definitely helps already-lovely lips taste that much better.

The best one I can think of was late summer, 2000, with an ex-boyfriend. He was an ex at the time. We had broken up that spring after over two years of being together. Our physical relationship tapered quite lacklusterly in those waning last months. A few months later, we hung out and kissed. I think the combination of something so familiar -- the softness of his lips, the way he offered his lower lip just a little bit to be tugged, and a companion I had known so, so well -- combined with the unknown and the absense, made the kiss stop me in my tracks.

I've written about this before, but we tried to stay together for a few more weeks after that kiss. It didn't work out at all. Sure, he's a phenomenal make-up kisser, but that doesn't pay the bills.

So, what was your very best kiss? It's time to kiss and tell. Names, of course, may be changed to protect the guilty.