When Do We Kiss?

I’m confused about the kissing.

I like to kiss. I like to make out. And the kissing is important. If he’s not a good kisser, he’s not going to be good at anything else. It’s an essential test of chemistry. Bad kisser? That’s it for me. No point in continuing on. Game over.

So, if I like him, I want to smooch a little. Maybe more than a little. But when do we kiss? I’m up for kissing on the first date. I think it’s totally appropriate to - at a minimum - go in for a good night kiss at the end of the first date. Because, quite honestly, if the date was good, I’m a little insulted if he doesn’t try to kiss me at the end.

If he doesn’t try for a kiss, then I’m left with a couple things to think:

• He’s not that into me.
• Why would I want to go out again with a guy who’s not into me?

• He’s shy (often posited under the guise of “being respectful” – which is a load of crap. Grow a pair).
• If you’re too shy to try to kiss me after a good date, in my experience, you’re going to be a pushover who can’t keep me interested.
  

Also, don’t ask me if you can kiss me. That’s awkward. And it destroys any sexy, manly, credibility you might have built up for yourself at that point. As soon as that question comes out of your mouth, you’ve lost me. I’ll say yes, and I’ll still kiss you, but now I think you’re a wimp. And you don’t want me thinking you’re a wimp while we’re kissing.

Now, I don’t know what it’s like to be a guy. Maybe it’s intimidating to try to kiss a girl. And in fairness, I’m not going to make the move – I want him to do it. Because he’s the guy, and I think that’s how it should go. Fair or not, that’s how it is. I want him to kiss me.