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I Teach Men How to Kiss Me
And there’s nothing wrong with that.
My first kiss was a disaster.
Frenetic, mechanic, sloppy. An aggressive tongue pushing into my mouth, moving around in circles, reaching for my throat. It was anything but romantic.
I pushed the boy away, disappointed. This was nothing like the movies I had watched, far from that fairytale magic. At this age, I didn’t understand that the movies boys watched to learn how to treat women were very different.
This pattern continued through my adolescence. I felt incredibly uncomfortable with the boys I went on dates with, and usually ended things quickly after things got to the kissing phase. They were cute guys and I was full of hormones, but I just couldn’t bring myself to be interested in them after the first kisses.
When I was older, I realized the problem was mine. I needed to teach these guys how to kiss me the way I wanted to be kissed.
In my life, I’ve probably had three good first kisses. They were all casual relationships that I enjoyed very much, but that didn’t lead to anything else.
With my past two long-term relationships and the guy I’m dating now, I’ve stopped them when the tongue immediately reached for my tonsils.
“Don’t. Take it slow…
