One

Some people, evidently, have the ability to kiss, bang, and let go. Or maybe they just don't think much of it - if you want it, it's there, go for it. Chalk up a number - the higher, the better. But I'm not built like that, I'm not built to be able to divorce emotions from the physical.

Two¹ boys have told me, with a slight trace of surprise in their voices: "You're quite a good kisser"

I never know how to react to that - "Uhm... thanks?"

I don't know if it's a typical make-out session/bedroom compliment. And I'm half-offended at the hint of surprise in the boy's voice - why, do I look like I'm a kissing-moron from hell? At the same time, while I'm slightly flattered, I'm also half-puzzled and surprised - it's not like I've had a lot of experience with different boys.

By way of explanation (is it needed?), both times I respond: "That's what comes from 2 years of practising with one boy"

You see, all (if any) of the magic I've learnt to make, I've learnt with One boy. And all the magic my boy learnt to make, he learnt with me. And while I have no basis for comparison, it is true, I think my boy was awfully good at the boyfriend-things that boys do.

I believe that good things take time. I believe in special. I believe in keeping what I had with my boy, and what I will have with future boys, special. I believe in that kind of love and respect for myself and the boys. I believe it will be worthwhile.

And that is why, although I started fairly young - at seventeen, my number is One.



<sub>Note:
1. Out of the 3 boys I have kissed after my ex-boyfriend</sub>