Reply #37: Adam Urbina..

[Hell Hath No Fury]

without a doubt. I was 16 and he was my first "make-out" fella -- sadly, it's been all downhill since. :D

The guy was amazing -- I think it was because he'd had an affair with his 8th grade teacher! He had the softest lips, and was a very sensual, subtle kisser -- none of this jam your tongue in her mouth and swirl it around stuff. Unfortunately, I thought that this was how kissing was normally done, but my next boyfriend turned out to be a genuinely horrible kisser (ya' hear that, Bob Baldocchi?) who blew that notion. He would lick the roof of my mouth and run his tongue around my gumline (?!?!) what the hell was that about?? Bleck.

I have only had one guy since Adam who came close to his kissing expertise -- a skinny drummer named Billy. Sigh. He was pretty damned good, too.