I have been thinking about the men I have kissed today and deciding which one I liked best.... :))

My first boyfriend kissed like a washing machine and Hoover. First, there was the weird tongue spinning and then the sucking of my face. I can honestly say I have not experienced such a thing since. Thank god!

Then there was my weekend bloke, it lasted a weekend and a few months via the phone. I am not sure about his kissing but he seemed to have weird ideas about it too. He was a prat who slept with anyone he could!

The one I loved was good at kissing although I no longer remember them. They must have been good because we spent most of the day kissing for 10 months. Well perhaps not 24 hours a day, we used to do other things too. :))

Then there was SP, I do not know what he was. A test to see whether I could move on I think. I think I concluded the moving on bit was not going to happen pretty quickly. As far as kissing goes, I quite liked kissing him I guess. :))

I think it is important to have a good kisser, someone whose kisses you enjoy but that might just be me. Maybe I will never kiss someone again the rate I am going but never mind; I have my memories! :))

I think the best was the one I loved. Maybe love makes kissing better!