sunday brunch anyone?

Friday, March 13, 2009

sunday brunch anyone?

What’s in a kiss? I’d say about a thousand words. Kissing is essential for me. It provides me with a vast knowledge of that individual. Through the act of kissing I can figure out if that person is affectionate, a quick Eddy or a slob/drool-fest. I kid you not my dear friend. This very act alone speaks quite loudly. I am by no means an expert in it or judging it, but my intermediate skills have gotten me this far and I know they don’t mislead. Why bring up such a topic? Well I “kissed” a boy. His kiss spoke a thousand words. It informed me that he was the combination of a slob-fest and a quick Eddy. My suspicions were later confirmed that day. Unfortunately after knowing this fact I keep going back and forth in my head: do I want to kiss this person again; do I show them how I would like to be kissed? Ugh! It’s definitely too much for me to decide while all these things are going on around me. Why couldn’t he know by now how to do it? He’s survived on this planet for the better of three decades. You’d think that by know you should be an expert on the subject. Oh blorgs! This is such an uncomfortable predicament I’m in. He’s invited me to Sunday brunch and I’m not sure whether to attend or not. I’m always up for brunch and I’m especially always up for food, but am I up for a slob sandwich? Only the future/god knows what it has in store for me. Hmph!