When asked to talk about or describe my first kiss or even my favorite kiss, I come up with a big blank. I’ve kissed a variety of guys: Black, Italian, Jewish, Puerto Rican, and I’ve never had a soft focus General Hospital kiss. Even now with my husband, I’m not big on kissing. Each morning before my husband gets ready for work, we try to spend some time together cuddling, talking and in my husband’s case kissing. But I will not have any part of it. I twist and turn my head or roll over so that he’s spooning me. My determination is so great, my husband has coined his attempts at obtaining a kiss as “trying to wrestle a fish”.

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