|Denbigh Castle, Denbigh, Wales|
We've covered Liverpool, where I was kissed by a stranger while I slept like a sweaty homeless bum on the steps of a church, Belfast in which the lively trio took pictures of the goodies inside their shirts and I wore my panties on the outside of my clothes, and Edinburgh where I kissed my friend Gerry and basically robbed him of the shirt off his back by swindling him with kisses and promises of partial nudity.
Since there was no kissing happening in Wales and no scintillating tales of sin for your voyeuristic pleasure, I would love to take a few moments to talk about what makes kissing so damned great. EVERYTHING.
When kissing is done right, it's the pinnacle of romantic expression, whether it's short term or long term. There will be people who tell you that sex is the end all be all of the physical romance world, but I think it's got to be that moment when your lips meet and your tongues dance that tells the true tale. If the kiss isn't working for you, you can pretty much take sex off the table right then and there. Have you ever had a really bad kiss and thought, "Well maybe I should have sex with him/her to find out if it's worth it"? Not likely. If you had sex after a horrible kiss it's probably because you felt really bad leading the person on and were too drunk to put your shirt back on.
Reader's Digest gives a few other reasons to lay a big old kiss on someone too!
2. Kissing helps you pick the best mate.
Our next stop takes us back to Liverpool for the last night of my trek across the lips and the countries in the United Kingdom. Hope to see you there!