I'll be the first to admit that I was a bit late to the kissing game. Even though I'd spent years dreaming about it, my first kiss was nothing short of a disaster. I was so nervous, that after just a few seconds of actual mouth to mouth contact I recoiled, said, "I'm really bad at that, so we're going to stop," and bolted into my house. I was nearly 18. Then came the makeout. As you can imagine, I found this to be even more terrifying. But eventually, once I ended my awkward alternating pattern of trembling and laughing, I think I got the hang of it. Hell, I even started to like it!
I'd like to say that once I got to college I went wild and started kissing everyone and their brother, but obviously, I'm not nearly that cool. In fact, over the course of 2-and-a-half years I managed to keep the number of guys-that-I'd kissed to 1 hand. Ok, let's be real, 1 finger. Yes, I know, the term "late bloomer" doesn't even begin to cover it.
During my junior year of college, all too aware of my nun-level stats, I devised a classy little plan. It was a quarter long experiment, to be recorded in a blog, where I sought to multiply my list by 10 and makeout with a random guy every week! This got off onto a good start, too. That first weekend I sloppily made out with a friendly young chap named Santiago (his friends called him Santi), and then consequently went to the hospital for acute intoxication. So much for liquid courage. Needless to say, I ended the experiment and all drinking for the rest of the term.
Since then, I've managed to kiss a number of other guys (I'm still under ten) and avoided subsequent hospitalization. However, this success has only made me realize how many bad kissers there really are out there. And unfortunately, I've blown off 2 guys after being disenchanted by their kissing technique.
The first guy I blew off happened after our second kiss. Although I was unimpressed with our previous lip lock, (far too much initial tongue) I was a bit intoxicated, and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt by trying it out again a few days later. However, this was a mistake. Again, he led with way too much tongue, which was really rough, and he kept positioning his body in a more submissive role. This was never amended with actual rhythm since we only kissed in brief intervals of commercial breaks during an episode of Chelsea Lately (another red flag to be discussed at an entirely different time). It was really weird, and I was not feeling it. Yet, the worst part of the entire interaction was when he made the comment, "I'm so relieved you're not a bad kisser." This was alarming for 2 reasons: a. I couldn't say the same for him, and b. his awful performance from the first kiss affected mine to the point that he thought I was bad. I broke things off shortly after.
The next blow off happened about a year later. I was finally going to kiss someone that I thought I'd really liked, only to have my crush obliterated by horrible kissing. This guy employed way too much biting. Again, I tried my best to go with it, but fearing a cleft palette, I said, "You're hurting me." This concern went completely ignored, and I found myself playing defense and waiting for him to get tired and stop. I moved away about a month later.
So, there it is. My kiss-tory. Clearly, I'm not an expert, yet I do think that kissing is an important aspect of any romantic relationship and a strong indicator of chemistry. But what about you? Do you think the quality of a kiss is a justifiable reason for a blow off? Can people be taught to kiss differently, or better? Can you like someone enough that you can see past the bad kissing to encourage improvement, or is it just too much of a turnoff to overcome?