A.T.H.E.N.A is not how you spell "classy"

A few months ago, one of my besties asked me to describe my ideal man. Given my flair for descriptive story telling, combined with my post-D therapy, she was expecting a long list of expectations for Mr. Right... my response? "He is nice and likes to kiss"


That's it. "Nice and kiss"  The last nice guy that liked to kiss that I dated was 7 years ago.  Apparently those are 2 qualities that I should have paid more attention to in my selection process.

So this weekend, one of my best besties came in town this weekend with her husband and 2 squirrely girls. We had a TOTAL blast... last night was the big adult night out and we met up with her neighbor, who was visiting from out of town as well. He was NICE. Paid me compliments. Funny. Opened Doors. He wore a fedora. Paid me compliments. NICE.

Sometimes I do some classy shit, but after an evening of drinking in Hades, at some point I made the decision to make out with NICE NEIGHBOR FEDORA in a bar. Ahhh, public kissing and groapage... CLASSY! It was a good old fashioned 7th 9th grade, PG 13+ make-out session (like I wouldn’t be the first killed in a horror movie, but I wouldn’t be the virgin that makes it to the end alive either)...but at the end of the day, girls.... I just can’t resist someone that makes me smile and the opportunity for some fun smooching. 

PUCKER UP!!