I can has cheeseburger nao plz?

[amadeupname]

Suck: I had to stay an extra half hour at work.

Win: I got to see Lauren, Zac, Oz, and Nick, and there was this guy wearing a totally awesome cheeseburger hat who handed me a note for his order, which amused me.




I've realized something: kissing kind of freaks me out.

Don't get me wrong, I like kissing. It's generally pleasant, especially if the other person hasn't been eating something nasty in the last half hour or so. The problem is that (a) whenever tongue gets involved, it gets messy and kinda slimy, and there's a lot of mashing of lips and teeth poking into tender places, and (b) I don't like having my face that close to another person's face. It feels like a giant invasion of my personal space. I usually end up closing my eyes, which sometimes pisses the other person off, and then I keep wanting to close them again or turn my head or push the guy away when he stops kissing me and then hovers a couple inches in front of my face. It seriously makes me uncomfortable. I don't know if it's because the proximity just freaks me out, or if I just don't want them that close because I'm afraid it makes me look even uglier or what, but I honestly can't stand that. It gets me really flustered. And they all do it (and by all, I mean the five or six guys I've kissed over six years), so I feel like a tool for not being able to handle it. I feel stupid for wanting to say "Hey, don't do that, I don't like it" when it's probably such a little thing to everyone else. I mean, what loser doesn't like kissing, right?

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[gunmetalx.livejournal.com]

For the record, what drew me to your journal was your user image. Now I'm sitting here looking at the top of the screen. ("Rage, rage against the dying of the light.") I really like your journal.

I can't really give you much advice. I'm not a boy and I'm not very good at kissing. With my ex boyfriend, he only kissed me once. It startled me, so I kneed him in his . . . Well, his not-so-happy-place.

My current boyfriend and I have kissed a lot, actually. I find it very pleasant. However, when I started going out with him it was all very scary to me. My first experience with kissing was not so good. In fact, I reallyreallyreally thought kissing was gross. The idea freaked me out.

The first time he kissed me, we were all alone and the room was pretty dark. I said something lame like ("So . . . yeah. And . . . yeah.) because that's what I do when I see a cute boy. Then, KABLAM he leaned down and kissed me. And I, being the boy-manipulator/sex-kitten/it-girl that I am . . .

Bolted.

Which, if nothing else, should at least make you feel a little better. At least you don't run.

(For the record, I made it all the way out of the building, into the car, drove away, and refused to answer his calls for the next three days.)

xxx,
Jazzi

[thesaneminority.livejournal.com]

Aaw, thanks! The image is by squirmy, and the original is here (http://squirmy.livejournal.com/235885.html). (I've made it my mission to pimp out her art at any opportunity.)

I think part of my problem with kissing is that, with one exception, I didn't really like any of the boys I was kissing. I was mostly kissing them because I felt like a loser for not having any boys to kiss. I know, silly reason to go lock lips with someone.

I've never kicked anyone in the balls for kissing me, though. That's gotta suck for the both of you.