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“Kissed, and Often, by Someone Who Knows How”

Let’s talk about kissing for a moment, shall we?  As you might have noticed by now, I’m hesitant to say too much about my weekend with Date #7, partially because I know if I do I’ll end up with a terrible case of “analysis paralysis” but also because Date #7’s been known to stop by on occasion. Nonetheless, I shall endeavor to drop a few hints, which you can piece together on your own and draw your own confusions. (And when you do that, would you mind sharing them with me?  Because I’m still confused as hell.  Thanks.) So.  Back to kissing. I can count on one hand the number of proper, Hollywood style kisses I’ve experienced in my day.  Half the time I don’t even bother to my close my eyes and I’m too concerned about who might be watching, what the gentleman in question is thinking, where we’re going to go for dinner and whether or not I have any chocolate in my purse to actually enjoy myself. That’s not to say that …