An Unofficial Poll

About five weeks ago I began asking people in my town, “What is your definition of making out?” I started asking because I figured this was something I needed to know, and I’ve continued asking because I’ve been getting such great answers and besides, I’m extremely curious. I’ve decided to post these answers for your enjoyment – and I’m extending an invitation to join in and post your definitions too.

Here are the answers I’ve received so far.

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  Anything more than normal kissing – French kissing is making out.
  
• Kissing from the neck up. Heavy petting, although it may be simultaneously occurring, is a completely different (and wonderful) thing.
  
• Anything the girl is comfortable doing that isn’t sex.
  
• Kissing – people should keep their hands to themselves until they’re engaged.
  
• Hands under clothing.
  
• Kissing with hands over clothing, and grindage of bodies. Underwear doesn’t count as clothing.
  
• If time has gone by without you noticing, you’ve been making out.
  
• Horizontal kissing.
  
• Involved kissing.
  
• Intimate physical contact with intention.
  
• Full out making love.
  
• Really intense kissing.
  
• Anything that you wouldn’t be comfortable doing in public.
  
• Kissing, primarily. Heavy petting belongs to a different commitment level.
  

I’ve asked 16 people so far, and although I cannot remember every single response, these are the ones that stand out. As you can see, there is a common idea but there are some extremes too.

As for my definition? [a delicious smirk and a giggle…] Well, I think I’m going to have to conduct a little more research before I know that for sure.

Sudsy Mouthwash

Yesterday I wrote a brilliant post, all about my weekend at my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary, seeing cousins I hadn't seen for 10 years, and how I felt about not being cast in the Christmas show. I agonized, laboured and gave birth to a beautiful assortment of letters and punctuation marks. And, as I clicked "Publish", I saw the little, tiny notice that said, "I am not working properly today and so your post, your lovely little word-baby, will get lost in cyber-space and eaten by ravening dotcoms. Kiss it goodbye now, because you'll never see it again." And it was right. No amount of groaning, hitting the desk, searching through my internet history, or swearing brought back my perfect post. And trust me, I did a lot of swearing. I don't think I've sworn that much, ever. I almost cried, I was so upset.

So now I get to try to recreate a post. It is impossible to rewrite something like that, something that was just that wonderful, but here goes.

My grandparents have been married for 50 years. At the festivities, I saw two cousins I haven't seen for 10 years. I realized that their world view and mine are radically different, but we both create art from our world views which fascinates me. I found out, upon my return, that I am not in the Christmas show. I am both disappointed (of course I want to be cast) and relieved (in that now I know at least). I might audition for the smaller Christmas production but there are a lot of girls auditioning so my chances are diminished. And, in conclusion, acting is hard.

See? So much was lost because of technology. The original was a work of art - this was just work.

On a much nicer note, I am housesitting for one of my teachers this week. Her house is adorable. It used to be a one car garage but is now an absolutely fantastic house for one person (or two, if they're cozy). I covet it - I would love to live there. She has a cat, Portia, and I'm glad she's a house cat because I've missed having a cat in the house. Plus there's a garden I can eat out of, a gas stove to cook with, books to read, pretty curtains, movies, and some space to myself. It will be a nice week.

It'll give my mouth a chance to get the soap taste out, anyway.