After watching Glee last night, I felt as though I should confess that I have never been kissed. Not really. I have received kisses that most people would classify as such, but I don't count drunken stupors and desperation to be viable candidates for a real kiss. I've never felt that spark. That connection.
I know this is kind of pathetic. 24 and I'm still waiting for something meaningful to be on the other side of the kiss.
I'm not trying to be hurtful.
I just want something more.....
Eh, don't feel too alone, and certainly don't feel that there's anything wrong with not being kissed. I've never been kissed [on the lips] either, though for me it is by choice. I'm waiting for there to be a lot on the other side of that kiss... being in love, wanting to spend the rest of my life with that person, knowing they love me truly and completely not just as a female who is conveniently nearby. I could have had plenty of kisses, but I don't regret my decision to hold out. All the guys before ended up, in retrospect, not being worth it. I'd rather share that with someone who is real.
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