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Imagining the Airport Kiss.

The Airport Kiss has long been in the consciousness of the romantic member of the United States. When Harry Met Sally… is for me the best evidence of this, but the idea has also surfaced in more recent (and less quality) romantic films. But there it is, the idea of it: the last moment that we could be together, here we are, kissing. Or the first moment that we see each other, coming off the plane (or, with recent security measures, coming out of the airport’s belly to baggage claim).

This is the moment I’m thinking of. I know when I’m going to go to the bus stop, when I’m going to transfer buses, when I’ll arrive at the airport. I know I’ll sit for a while. I know the security drill, I know that the oxygen mask will drop if the cabin loses air pressure, I know my stomach will fall just a little bit right as the wheels leave the ground. I know I’ll arrive, that we’ll go back to my lover’s house and to a friend’s party; that we’ll see the newly renovated, expanded Denver Art Museum, that he’ll make me waffles with fruit on them, that we’ll snuggle on the couch, that we’ll have hours of sex and will be teased by his roommates for it. I know that after four days I’ll feel stressed from not having done enough homework, that it will be dark when I finally ride the bus back home from the airport that last night. I know I’ll feel desolate. I know my mind will be distracted for at least the next two weeks until I buck up again and buckle down to the rigors of acadamia.

I know, as I go up the escalator, I’ll have my duffel bag clutched to me, and at the top I’ll see him waiting behind the nylon strips that keep people from getting close to the escalators as they wait for loved ones to arrive. I know we’ll smile. I know I’ll walk over, and as we get within reach…

What I don’t know is the following. Will we say hello before we share a quick peck? Will I put down my bag? Will he grab me, pull me to him? Will he hold my face, or my waist? Will I stroke his hair, grab his belt loops, clench his hands, squeeze his shoulders as we kiss? For how long will it last? Will we absorb the moment together, still, silent? Will we frantically touch, trying to make up for the last two months with only our voices reaching each other? When we break away, what will we say? Will we hug? Will we start walking out of the airport? Will we simply look at each other? This is what I wonder about. This is what I think of.

for I somehow involved myself in a long-distance relationship.

It started out kissing. Just a few kisses with a friend, before I pulled away because I didn’t know what I was feeling. Then it was a few more kisses. Then it was a “relationship of convenience.”

The kissing style is one I have not encountered before; I admit it took some getting used to. Long, passionate sessions of making out soon characterized our alone time as having excellent conversations did elsewhere. Kissing. I miss it.

What I miss most about home is that here I’m not close enough with anyone to have casual friendly contact—cuddling, hugs, much less kissing. Even a peck. That would be weird. And so I call my lover every few days, but it doesn’t satisfy my need to touch. And after we hang up, I am overcome with an urge to call him again, although I realize that it is not so much his voice I want as it is his lips. Conversation is not in short supply; kissing is.

We kissed rather desperately and long before we finally parted, as if to shore up until the next time. That supply didn’t last more than a few days.

how does one join this interesting group?
Are there regular gathering?
Initiations?
do tell

and now have decisions to make about him. Ugh. I’d like to go back to the kisses.

With Out My man Mr. Risk…......

My first kiss was with a kid in the neighborhood with a mullet when I was seven. My mother still teases me about it.

My second kiss was with my first boyfriend. In retrospect it was clear what would happen, but then I had only small clues that he, in fact, liked me back. We were lying on his bed and talking, and he hugged me, which was wonderful and made my heart ache. There was anticipation, tension…and then he kissed me, politely, with a closed mouth but for a long while, and the tension did not abate but became sweet.

1. Has anyone ever had so much kissing happen that their lips have actually hurt/swollen/been extremely sensitive to kissing again?

I had this happen! I kissed my bf so much the first day I was with him, that my lips were tender and swollen the next day. I just couldn’t kiss hard for a few hours but after that I was good to go! I recommend a good lip balm or gloss to anyone who goes for kissing maranthons which sound quite heavenly right now!

2. Have any of you ever kissed when it’s truly cold out, I mean in the below temperatures and been stuck together?

I haven’t experienced snow or anything colder since the summer I was 15 & went for my Grandpa’s funeral in Maine.

3. Just how dangerous are tongue piercings when it comes to kissing? Anyone care to share on one..two or ..heck more?

I readily admit to never kissing anyone with a piercing-not prejudiced mind you, just hasn’t ever come up.

Last but not least

4. Does anyone have any perhaps kissing hazards that they could warn us of ahead of time?

For example, I’ve heard from a few girls that drinking Pepsi or Diet Coke is the worst thing to do when you’re about to kiss as it really affects your breath & taste.

Eek! I almost forgot! Happy Birthday to Mr. Risk! As my mom would say softly after we’d all sung-”And many more!”

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It’s a little cutesy-silly, but they certainly share our goal!

It’s time to give our guru his well deserved KISSES

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.. {imagine if you will me singing in that Marilyn Monroe voice.. seductive huh}

Hugs, Kisses, Love, Blessings, Laughter, Light, Peace, fun, happiness.. For you baby on this day and all days to follow..
I hope this is a great day full of beauty.

To our team’s founder, Mr. Risk! Hope you are having a great day! {{{Smooches}}}