numbers

some people keep track. some people don't.

do you know how many?

i know how many. i'm still in the single digits.

i know a boy who has kept track of much more intimate things than kissing. and who's more intimate activities are eight times the number of people i have kissed.

i can't even comprehend kissing that many people, let alone. . .

i suppose i am just dumbfounded that these people really exist-- man-whores to the max.

holy guacamole. 

my first {rape} kiss has evolved into a man-whore, too. perhaps not up to the seventies like my friend but rumor has it, 6 girls in 7 days.  seriously? seriously. who does that?

they have got to have some major std's by now. 

men get off easy-- yeah, an std here and an std there-- but no responsibility, no real long term damage.

but those poor women-- hundreds of them used by man-whores the world round-- i feel sorry for them. i do. used without love. left without promise. broken hearted without dignity.

my husband will not sneak out with the sunrise. he will stay in bed with me forever. 

who knows when it will be, but i'm waiting for that magical and awkward first night. 

and til then, i'm holding out for a good meaningful kiss.