On a kiss

I heard a report on NPR recently about a ‘scientific study’ about kissing, and how it’s perceived by men and women. In short, women view it as a test of potential relationship chemistry, and men view it as a process on the way to sex. I can’t say I agree with, or rather, subscribe to, either camp. I’m somewhere in the middle. I don’t see a kiss as defining a relationship, nor do I take it as frivolously as the men in the study. A kiss has meaning, it’s an opening up of vulnerability, a message of love and caring. Nothing is implied about future sex potential, nor is it a meaningless gesture. It says I love you in a way that can’t be expressed in words, either because there are no words to cover it, or because it shouldn’t be said aloud. A Kiss may be just a Kiss, but it’s still a Kiss. I’ve had kisses I will always remember, some that will never happen again, and some that never happened that I wish had.

Oh, yeah. Still no cure for cancer.