Kisses

The other day DH and I ran to the car in the pouring rain. We had been in Wally World umbrella less and had no choice. As you already know, I love a good rain, or rainy day. I don't know what it is, but it makes me smile inside out. Maybe it's the freshness of it? By the time we reached the car I was laughing so hard, I don't know if it was because of the silliness of us running or from the feel of rain beating down on me. DH just smiles, leans over and gives me a big kiss.
It was the sweetest, purest type of kiss. Know what I mean?
How do you explain something like that?
As we were driving home I started thinking about kissing. DH is an excellent kisser, but it got me wondering to what happens to those people who are horrible kissers?? I mean seriously, we've all had a "bad kisser" at some point if we've kissed any amount of frogs before we got our prince, right?
I'm thinking about all this in my little pea brain, and I must have either had the biggest smile on my face or was kinda giggling to myself because DH looks over and says, "What are you thinking about over there?" and I ask, "What do you think happens to bad kissers? I mean do they like, marry other bad kissers? Do the people who marry them think they're good kissers?" Sometimes I have wonder what makes my brain do the things it does. Am I the only who thinks crazy stuff like this?? DH's response was I don't know, maybe you should blog about it. (That has been his answer for answers he doesn't have lately. I guess he thinks all of blog land thinks a like or has the answers to questions of the unknown).

So here I am, blogging about it as DH suggested. Tonight I heard a song I hadn't heard in a really long time, and it triggered a high school kiss memory. That was a good kiss.{{smile}} It has sent me down "memory kiss lane" I guess. My list started of "Good Kisser"/"Bad Kisser". Silly I know, but it was what was up there today.

Maybe you have a memory of a first kiss?
Or a memory of a bad kisser experience?
I want to hear your story....