Well... just like the amount of sex I've had, I haven't kissed that many girls either. Six at the last count. When you consider that I spend a remarkable amount of time at hippie camps where there's one hell of a lot of promiscuity and people gain some sort of freaky status by the amount of people they've pulled, that's somewhat surprising. Sure, I've watched people get off many, MANY more times than I've managed to get off with anyone myself.
But that's not the point.
A kiss feels great. Perhaps even more than oral pleasure, it's a crucial precursor to sex, but even sans intercourse, kisses can be one of those special moments that have you flying past the stars on silver wings. Or they can tell you things that your kissée's mouth will never say (I knew from the way she kissed that my former girlfriend was cheating on me... honest...).
My problem is that, with the rather blasé attitude towards a good snog one can get at places I've been (university is one, the aforesaid camps and meetings of the same group are another), there's something about me that somewhat puts people off - what is it? The lack of drugs in my bloodstream, the absence of alcohol? They haven't shown any resistance to lying on the floor cuddling me (or in a mass cuddle including me)... so what's different about a kiss?
I know, there's a lot of difference between a hug (I'll write about that at some point too) and actually sliding your tongue into somebody's mouth, physically - but if you just want to show affection for your friends, well... I guess it depends on the individual. Let's just say I wouldn't object, really. But then again, I wouldn't object to having sex with quite a few of my friends either, so I'm hardly one to talk.
Man, this post was waivery. Let's finish off with a statistic: of the six people that I've made out with, two were drunk.