Pblat! Pluhm! Phew! Who needs kissing?

I think that kissing is highly overrated. I was just reading a post about a woman's first kiss and I felt compelled to post about it. With the exception of one man, I cannot think of any man that I enjoyed--truly enjoyed--kissing. But I enjoyed his kisses after three shots of tequila, sober reflection, and a stay, however unfruitful, at a terribly expensive hotel--the heavenly bed and all. But really, what am I to find attractive about, ultimately, licking another human being's lips and tongue? It seriously doesn't have to be the precusor to foreplay and sex, please believe me. Sex is made better when you don't have to worry about another person wanting to inspect your molars, fillings, and possible cavities.

Maybe someone can explain this to me.

About my best kiss ever--there was a bonafide need to kiss him. We had gone to local bar and after a very sensual game of Ms. Pacman with him pressed up aginst my back, we headed to the car. Let me provide some context. There was a build up of sexual tension between the two of us for over a decade as I had last kissed him at seventeen. He came to the passenger's side to unlock my door and as I was stepping up into the truck, he pulled me down, spun me around, and began to torridly attack my mouth with his own. While this seems very violent, it was actually very sensual. And, much to my surprise, I did not lose my balance or look uncoordinated as he pulled me from the truck. We proceeded to make out in a public parking structure for well over forty minutes. It was one of the most sensual experiences of my life. While we were canoodling, he drew his hand between the two of us over my heart and held his hand there. It doesn't get more senuous than that.

I haven't had a similar experience since. I haven't had the pressing urge to uncomfortably straddle a car's middle console to kiss another person; haven't heard those whistles and bells since. As a matter of fact, I don't really kiss anyone or anyone's anything. I'll do a variety of "other things," but never really an actual kiss.

But here's the weird thing.

When done correctly, I like kissing. What is the funky instability in my genetic make-up that allows me to like kissing but find it wholly unnecessary to sexually charged situations? I guess I'll have to wait another ten-plus years to find out.