The Big Bisou-Off or… Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is!

Some guy posted his profile on the dating website and he seemed rather attractive.  Not only that, but he was born in New York and raised in France.  Under things that he’s good at, he wrote “kissing (or so I’ve been told),” or something to that effect.  Our musical tastes also seemed to mesh.  As a joke, I sent him a message stating that several people have told me that I’m very good at kissing as well, and suggested that perhaps we should have a kissing contest.  He wanted to know how we would judge it.  I said that we could kiss until one of us passes out, until one of us turns blue or until one of us has lips so chapped that they couldn’t continue!  I also thought we should call it “The Big Bisou-Off,” but said that he might have an advantage having been raised in France.  He didn’t necessarily think so, but said that he was game.  The main deal breaker is that he now lives in Santa Cruz, though he comes to San Francisco about once a month.  We jokingly agreed that we’d have the contest the next time he’s here.  In the meantime, I advised him to start popping his vitamins and start slathering that chapstick on.  He admonished me to do the same.  That was perhaps a week ago.  Lo and behold, this afternoon I received a message from him saying that he’ll be in town TOMORROW and asking if I was still up for the contest!!!  I bravely, yet hesitantly proclaimed “Why yes!!!”  So we’re going to meet tomorrow in the early evening, have a few drinks to aid in getting our lips lubricated and warmed up before The Big Bisou-Off begins.  It’s time for me to put my money where my mouth is!  I’m confident that I’ll win.  Even if I lose, I don’t think you’ll hear much complaining from either party!  Then again, if he loses, I specified that he’d have to listen to me mangle French for at least an hour!

“Kiss On My List” – Hall and Oates