When was the last time you had a sober first kiss? I mean an organic, raw meeting of the lips without a drop of alcohol, or a puff, a syringe, a bump…or whatever your choice may be. Think about it. And then try to recall what it felt like.
I’m not going to bore you with all the stories I’ve been hearing in the last couple of years involving drunken first kisses, ultimately leading to dragged out relationships. It happens. And it happens to the best of us.
So, I’m here to start a revolution: #SoberFirstKiss. My theory is that your first kiss with someone is the most telling of your chemistry with each other. And chemistry is like food to any relationship. Without it, a relationship will starve to death. However, alcohol (and other fun enablers) impair our judgment. At some point, drunken makeout sessions become more about occupying our mouths, as opposed to enjoying the person we’re swapping saliva with.
A sober first kiss is awkward, nerve-wracking, exciting, and RAW. Your senses are heightened as you feel, in slow-mo, every touch, every moan, and every heart beat. Frankly, you have plenty of time to decide whether you want to go through with the kiss or not. I personally went through this a couple months ago. It was like the climax of a typical romcom where our bodies gravitated closer, we decided who was going to take which side, and just as our lips were about to meet, I called “time out.” I was extremely sober and I was extremely sure that I didn’t want to kiss him. And we never saw each other again. Now, if I had a couple mojitos in me, I’d probably still be trying to “make it work.”
