I was thinking about kissing this morning and it occurred to me that the person who I've kissed the most over these past few months has been my older son. I guess he's needed it the most and I also guess that I've needed it the second most. We've always been affectionate with each other and that's one of the things in my life that I hold most dear.
So it may sound a little strange when I tell you that I can't remember the last time I kissed my younger son. It's definitely been a few years and even then felt slightly uncomfortable or, as he would say, "incredibly gay." It's not that we love each other any less, it's just that we express it differently. He's always goofing on me about how fat and bald I've become and I'm more comfortable buying his affection with clothes, fast food and money.
My wife and I haven't exactly been sucking face lately either. Even when we have sex (which we also haven't been having lately), kissing no longer seems to be on the menu. Mainly because she knows how much I enjoy it. But also because after 25 years of being together, I know she doesn't feel the same way she once felt about me and is too tired to fake that she still does.
I hope you're as good a kisser as she was.
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