Weak-kneed Wednesdays: Kissing

A change of pace this week. I’m not going to blog about a character that makes me go weak at the knees. Instead, I’m going to blog about a very simple act: kissing.

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I’m a tactile person. Depending on the situation, this can be a positive or a negative. For example, a female colleague with whom I’d normally shake hands was mortified when I hugged her on a night out after work. (I never did it again!)

I’m also a die-hard romantic. (This is official because I’ve just take the “Are you a die-hard romantic?” test over at funquizcards.com.)

And I kiss my friends.

A lot.

To me, the kiss is an extension of the hug. Having worked in the theatre for many years, the “air kiss” feels as natural as shaking hands but I’ve trained myself out of that. If I kiss you on the cheek when I meet you then you can be sure that I’m genuinely pleased to see you.

But when things get romantic, the tactile me and the kiss-friendly me unite in shared weakness at the knees.

It’s no secret that I bond with people quickly – sometimes too quickly – but I never take the romantic kiss lightly.

I’m not going to tell you how long my longest kiss was, or who with, but I think you’ll be surprised. (We might have stopped for tea at some point – I practically run on the stuff.)

Here are one hundred gay kisses for you watch over a four minute period. Some are a bit wet for my liking so pay attention to the honest, loving, romantic kisses and you’ll see what I mean.

*sigh*

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