Prelude to a Kiss

Bone Junior came to Detroit to see me a couple of weekends ago, and we had a blast. I'd fill you in on the details, but she has already done a way better job than I ever could.

I don't know if she realizes it, but when she slipped her hand into mine, it was the highlight of my weekend. I can't say that I'm scared to take moves like that (mostly because such an admission would disrupt the space-time continuum). Anyway, I was really glad that she did. And judging by the goofy look on her face, I think she liked it too.

Thing is, I know she was dying to kiss me. She's been dying to kiss me for months now. We've even had "limited" conversations about it and I've told her I'm just not ready yet. What I mean by that is that she's not ready yet, and if she's not ready, then I'm not ready. How do I know she's not ready, you ask? Simple.

She's been putting out that "I want your lips" vibe since just about the day I met her, regardless of how hard she's been trying to hide it. But I can't help thinking that if she wanted to kiss me, then she would have by now. Like she did with holding my hand. Deep down, she's scared, and I don't want a scared kiss. I want a kiss from someone who wants it. Once she stops worrying about it and decides that she's coming for it whether I like it or not, then I'll know she's ready and I will be too.

So she didn't kiss me in Detroit, or Toronto, or even Niagra Falls. But she did hold my hand and that's a great start. And that just means that she has a few weeks to read this great guide on How to Hint for a Kiss From a Guy. Great tips in there (nudge nudge, wink wink).