It wasn't the greatest weekend, but did have a nice evening last night. Mike was sitting there listening to me talk, and I told him, I like to kiss standing up. I like being able to hug someone, and get handsie. You can rub their back, grab their ass, grab anything, move around, dance, whatever. I said I miss kissing in the way that you kiss when you are on a date, and you are sitting in the car or at the front door, and it's the kind of kiss that you give when you don't ever want to leave their side. You don't want the night to end. And you kiss, and then you kiss some more, and just when you think you're on your last ounce of air, there you are still. When you pull away finally you are breathless. Your heart is racing, and getting to sleep is going to be next to impossible, because you are going to keep replaying that kiss in your head all night long.

So I was telling Mike all that. And then he kissed me like that. It's been a long time since he kissed me THAT way. After he was done kissing me, which was about an hour and a half later, he asked me, "Is that what you meant?"...Uh huh.