It's in his kiss
You can tell a surprising amount from a snog…
By Catherine Portland
Cher, and Aretha before her, were right - if you want to know how your man truly views your relationship, you won't find it in his face, warm embrace, eyes or (surprisingly) size but - you won't have seen this one coming - his kiss.
Most of us have had bad kissing experiences. Except for the lucky few, the first is usually bad - slobbery/cold/off-target/rough/with someone whose name you don't know/with someone your friend will get off with minutes later (delete as applicable).
Shamefully, in my case every one of those applies.
But what makes a good kisser?
Well, as with everything else, it depends on your criteria.
If technique is all you care about then lads who can maintain lip contact that is slow and tender, intent but not forceful, and passionate but not slobbery will always come up trumps. That said, a small minority of girls seem to like it hard and fast.
However, as with more carnal activities, there is a caveat: the better he is, the more experience he presumably has had and the more people he has to compare you with - physically, mentally and emotionally.
And this is only a teasing suggestion of the list of things you can obsess about. (If all of this is alien and the words storm, teacup and/or psycho are coming to mind, I salute you. Emily Davison did not die for nothing.)
There is also the possibility he is a male harlot and incapable of commitment or genuine emotional engagement to keep you awake at night. Rationally, you know the fact that he's a good kisser does not necessarily mean he is a sex addict, but it doesn't rule it out - unlike a clearly unpractised lip-lock.
Ah, poor boys. They really do not know how painstakingly they will be assessed. If they did, they would be as neurotic and paranoid as us.
But hold up.
Maybe, just maybe, the most adept, confident kissers are actually the most insecure and have only perfected their technique through hours spent in front of a mirror, listening to 50 Cent do his ho's-and-bitches thing to rev them up a bit.
We'll never know. And that, ladies, is the frustrating part. Thus, one can only conclude, that a man whose lips dance over yours is better than an out-and-out guzzler. You don't have to tell me - I know I'm a genius.
