And the Kissing Oscar Goes To...

Although we may not remember all the guys we’ve kissed over the years, I believe it’s safe to state that we can never forget the gold-medal winning performances; men who make smooching a priority and take the time to perfect the craft. A friend and I were reminiscing the other day about our most notable lip-lock sessions, and it surprised me how quickly I was able to point to my top 5. It was virtually instantaneous. What also surprised me was the variance in the demographic of those five men:

• Two boyfriends, three non-relationship-materials
• One black man, four white men
• One college sweetie, four post-college amours
• One international DJ sensation, four people who enjoy said DJ’s most famous song
• Two men who went to UVA, three men who didn’t
• Three men who are an integral part of my life, two men who aren't
• One man I first kissed at a frat party, one man I first kissed at a wedding, one man I first kissed at a club, one man I first kissed on my couch, and one man I first kissed in a hotel.

Interestingly, they all have something in common. The first time we kissed, that’s ALL we did…for hours. No roaming hands, no attempts to add another notch. I don’t believe this to be coincidence. I would argue that the man who is able to linger contentedly in that pre-foreplay zone with ease and confidence is the man who makes a woman’s history book.