First, draw lips on your hand and practice. Just kidding. This post isn’t about the actual mechanics of kissing, but rather how to successfully plant that first smooch on your sweetheart-to-be.
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Lower East Side, New York City
I’m on the dance floor at La Caverna, absorbed by the loud music and spinning lights. I feel like a wooden puppet, animated by the energy streaming through me. Halfway across the room, I spot a slender brunette with a doll face–just my type. I basically like 2 kinds of girls: ones who look adorable, and Katy Perry. Her eyes lock onto mine drawing my body toward her like a helpless lamb being led to slaughter. I grab her hand as our dance rhythms begin to meld. Her eyes are glued to mine like sticky taffy. I can’t help myself. I go in for the kiss.
Choose to Take the Journey 