This summer,
on holiday in England, I was party to what I can only describe as the best kiss
ever!
In the words
of INXS…two worlds collided...’ and boy did they,
as it was a kiss of
total abandonment, insatiable in it’s duration, hot and familiar, but in its
action uncanny, as we had literally just met.
Upon
reflection, I will admit that the cause of this was probably partially due to a
night on the town with my sister-in-law and the predetermined pub-crawl with ‘a
half in every pub’ along. Poison of choice was cider, and, several pubs later
with ample amounts of the golden beverage inside us, the wheels of the lack of
inhibition had been well oiled.
Our tour of the pubs ended at a club, as by this time it was well after
midnight, belting out good music, and a heaving dance floor, plus. It served
cocktails as well - fatal mistake, but a very tasty one. The cider was traded
in for a funkily named Woo Woo
cocktail and we joined throng on the dance floor, which seemed to be just about
anywhere you wanted it to be in the club.
How to make a Woo Woo:
1 ½ oz Peach
Schnapps
1 ½ oz Vodka
3 ½ ox Cranberry Juice
Pour all ingredients into a
highball glass over ice cubes, stir and serve.
Well,
one Woo Woo, of course led to another and after a while I was
definitely feeling no pain. All of a sudden, a tall, dark and very fit,
handsome stranger appeared at my side and asked me if I knew of anything to do
around here. Much to my amusement, during our conversation I found out that
he was Dutch and on a couple of days visit from Amsterdam. Laughing, I replied
that although this was my hometown, I lived abroad and had done so for many years, co-incidentally
in the northern Netherlands, and wasn’t up to date on what there was to do in
Oxford except the obvious: visits to museums, bars and restaurants; discovering the colleges and a bit of punting along the river. After that
the Woo Woo’s were replaced by Sex on the Beach cocktails,
the taste of which I have absolutely no recollection!
Well, one thing
led to another, and by the time the club closed we were kissing passionately on
the street, outside the club with my sister-in-law and his entourage standing by staring
at us in bemusement. It was obvious that this was a kiss with a mission and it
wasn’t going to let up for a while. When I finally did come up for air, I made
a Cinderella-like dash for a black-cab (which oddly enough had white paintwork), we’d manage to hail, leaving
behind my website address scrawled on a piece of paper, for if future contact
was desired. Whatever happened to a simple phone number, I hear you ask? Yes, I
did kick myself several times the next day, but let’s not forget I was totally Woo Woo’d at the time and it seemed a
less threatening option with possible potential in the long run - who am I
trying to kid!
So, why do
we kiss? Putting one’s lips to those of a stranger is not only very intimate,
but a total invasion of body space not to mention the potential exchange of a
vast array of bugs on both sides. Also, hanging onto someone with the
sucker-like tendencies of an octopus tentacle and at such a close proximity too
does tend to obscure one’s vision of the other person. I managed to clear up
the last point by demanding that my sister-in-law describe him to me the next
day.
Quick surf
on the Internet and I find an article where kissing is said to have possibly
stemmed from the pre chewing and passing of food by mothers to their offspring.
It’s also equated with social bonding, and the exchange of pheromones during
such an interaction can become a prelude to courtship and even sexual
encounters!
Back to my pheromone
encounter, although I won’t see Mr tall, dark and handsome again, maybe he’d
like a re-match one day. Until that time, it goes on record as a kiss to
remember – ‘Ow Zat !
