I am bisexual, yes...I love women, but I really like sex with men. But the thing that gets me in the most trouble is my kissing fetish...
I love to kiss people, well, people with nice teeth anyway...There have been many a night when I was "throwing a drunk" and ended up kissing everyone at the party...girl or guy. It made for interesting stories the next few nights. "hey yall, did you hear about when Abbra got drunk and started kissing everybody..." has been a conversation starter too many times for me to count. Don't get me wrong here, I am ok with this fact. I absolutely LOVE kissing people.
There are those people who didnt and dont like it, like my ex-girlfriend. But she understood...well, sort of. If it wasn't for my overwhelming urges to kiss all of my friends, we might not have ever gotten together. She wasn't brave enough to ask me, and I thought she was straight...that is why my motto these days is...things are not always what they seem. Especially in my life it seems. Anyway heres how it happened...
(imagine one of those flashback sequences)
Ok so, New Years 1999. The end of a decade, the beginning of the count down of the century...My best friend from college is spending New Years with me this year. My friend Vicious, (nickname, I love her to death!) is throwing a party at her house. A party which my friend and I would be attending. We arrived at the party and proceeded to become rather intoxicated..ok ok so we got really really shitfaced, there ya happy? Anyway, to make a long story short, I kissed everyone but her, because she was my best friend, and that would be "weird." Now when we got back to my house...that changed, after she poked my side every 3 minutes to see if I were still awake, I was, how the hell could I sleep with a gorgeous woman lying beside me???? Anyway, we chatted for a while, then she made her first New Years Resolution...to be more daring...the daring part was to come only moments later when she said, and I quote " I wanna see if you are as good of a kisser as you think you are"...and well ladies and gentleman,for the next five months we lived happily ever after!!!
But alas, all good things must end. We are no longer together. I fell out of love and though I tried to stay in the relationship and see if I would fall in love with her again...it just didn't happen. So I ended it, as to not string her along for how ever long she could tolerate me. I will always hope I did the right thing. I know I hurt her, but I felt a breakup to be my only choice. But we all have that one....
My goddess has returned to me...I begged her...dont be fooled...I realized the stupidity of my decision to let her go...I realized that I never fell out of love...I only forgot for a little while...which means that after recovering from the mental breakdown I had on my twentieth b-day...I remembered why I loved her...and still love her...and I have never been happier than I am at this moment in time...I love you baby...you are my world, my heart and my smile.
NOW...GO AWAY. Or I will taunt you a second time!!!
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