Shut Up and Kiss Me

Home alone on a Saturday night, attempting recovery from a drunken Friday night, I've decided to take a trip down memory lane and record those heart-stopping, knee-weakening, name-forgetting kisses of my past.

(Bear with me, I'm bored and sentimental)

The Top 3 in no particular order (cause I could never decide):
Tree Boy - I was out with my friend, fairly inebriated, and saw an incredibly cute guy walking along. I bounded up alongside him, got chatting and ended up climbing a tree together. Cut off from the world, lights twinkling through the leaves, the classic "lean in, face caress, eye gaze"... it was incredibly cliched and incredibly romantic, but every girl loves a little Hollywood cheese.

Ex Boy - My boyfriend and I had just broken up. He was having family problems, I was depressed and lonely and we were both as vulnerable as hell. There was sexual tension and residual feelings and when we gave into it, the kiss was passionate, urgent but most of all desperate. It was something that we both needed so badly. We needed to feel.

NZ Boy - I was hanging out with an English boy at a backpacker's hostel. He fell asleep while we were watching a movie in the common media room. I was lying next to a NZ boy with a killer smile and an adorable accent. He kissed me softly and sensually. It wasn't foreplay for what was coming next, we were lost in the kiss and all that existed was his lips and mine.

And of course, you can't have the fabulous without the really, really shit...
I cheated on a boyfriend with the worst. kisser. ever. Think darting tongue, clanging teeth, dry lips, bad breath, no rhythm, all with the passion of kissing your grandma. Terrible mistake on my behalf for I should've fucked up a great relationship with someone who was actually worth it. Right?

Where are they now?

Tree Boy? Well due to a little issue of him living in a different part of a country, I never saw him again after that night. Although, if I'd had my way, he would've been chained to that tree...naked...for my own personal pleasure. God damn he was sexy.

Ex Boy? We're friends. There's still some weird, awkward, "I've seen you naked and I'd kinda like to again" thing going on between us. However, I don't think either of us have the guts (or the stupidity) to act on it. He is truly a decent guy and the girl who ends up with him is a lucky, lucky woman.

NZ Boy? We dated. We had mind blowing, earth shattering sex. We fell in love. And he was the alcoholic who broke my heart and shattered my trust in men. I still miss him like crazy but am yet to decide whether it's because I miss him or it's because I miss having someone who looks at me the way he did, who holds me the way he did and who loves me the way he did.