Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The French BLOW OFF

My maternal grandmother, Patricia, was born in 1919. This firmly supplants her in high school around 1935. This is also the year of her first and last french kiss. "I didn't know what it was all about and I still don't."

One night in high school, Patricia went on a date with a neighbor boy. Perhaps they "fancied" each other. When he stuck his tongue in her mouth she was disgusted. "What in the hell was that?" she recalls thinking. "That was the end of him." They never dated beyond that stolen french.

At age 21 Patricia met her future husband. After his one-and-a-half-years in the military, and a lot of dry dating, they married five years later. In nearly 30 years of marriage, before his passing, they never frenched. Never even attempted? "Nope," Patricia says defiantly.

Passionate kissing is such a meaningful expression of love in a relationship it's strange to think that someone lived without it most of their life. What you don't know, you may not miss. And what you try and don't like, you may be happy to live without. Of course it could just be the times. "My husband was as naive as I was," Patricia explains. "Not like you kids. You know everything by age 10."


  1. Awesome post, JKR!

    This also goes for those who have never eaten meat.

  2. Such a great post, your grandma is adorable. The no french kissing thing kind of reminds me of when Vivian in Pretty Woman wouldn't let Edward kiss her on the lips. Except for the whole prostitute thing of course.

    Frenching is def an acquired taste. The first time I did it, I was like WTF was that.