Quoting Saywhatyamean
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I have honestly never experienced kissing on the lips by anyone, not intimate. By this I mean anyone but my husband. I never considered it something most people would do unless they are intimate, ie sexual partners. I also think of the bacteria but if you are sleeping with someone anyway, well .............what the heck.
Yes. That's how it is with me. Germs and too much intimacy. I do enjoy kissing and being kissed by my husband though. But I won't share an apple with him, or anything else where saliva swapping is concerned. Which makes no sense really. Just a quirk. I'll share the same cup or water bottle, but only with my husband. Like you say, what the heck.
Quoting Toughdiamond
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I've never had a problem over that with steady girlfriends and wives, but that's all. And yes it probably does spread germs. I'm more into cuddling really.
Cuddling is good. I can do cuddling with my husband and kids. No one else.
Quoting Serenity
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I'd probably tolerate being pinched on the butt way better than a kiss on the lips. Slobbers really creep me out.
I went to Italy and didn't get pinched.
But truthfully, I don't think I would have liked it anyway. Slobbers. Yuck. I knew a restaurant cook who used to slobber in the soupl
Quoting Anxiety
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I've met a lot of people who grab others when they are excited about what they are talking about and things like that too, but as you said, usually people will stop and watch themselves closer if you let them know that it is bothering you. It seems to make people feel more included in the conversation, or they grab/touch when it looks like the other person is losing interest-things like that. But it does the opposite for me, lol... makes me want to run away.
This thread is bringing up a lot of old memories. My father used to put his hand on our heads at the dinner table and then slowly but gently apply pressure. Whoever sat next to him got this treatment. I endured it and didn't make a fuss because I knew if I didn't react he would stop. My brother on the other hand, couldn't stand it and always put up a fuss, knocking my father's hand away. This sometimes led to an argument between the two of them. My father would also put his spoon into his coffee to get it hot and then put the hot spoon on our hands. It wasn't hot enough to burn, and again, I endured it because I knew it was my father's weird sense of humor and I would just shrug it off as that and give him as little a reaction as I could. He also used to sprinkle salt and pepper on our arm and then pretend to eat our arm. He would say, "Oh, that's such a nice arm. Let me eat that arm.
We actually thought this was hilarious and asked him to do it again and again.
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