An Eastern European kiss

Ahhhhh.... An Eastern European kiss...

There's nothing that can be compared to a night of heavily but subtly flirting. Light touches, nothing too much, nothing too obvious but just subtle hands placed at the right time. A bit of dancing. Eye contact, laughing and most of all, a flipping hot guy.

Little moments in which you know that this guy fancies you and you don't need to do anything. Because he is not socially inept or awkward, he will take the lead and make the right moves at the right time. He doesn't need to say anything, make any remarks on how hot or how fit you look or any useless compliments. Body language is 1,000 times more of a compliment.

He will take you home and on a crowded bus, in the middle of all those people, without caring about showing affection in public or not acting proper, he passionately kisses you. And in the busy traffic movements of a bus, hanging on for balance, bumping against people and eachother, S. kissed me better than all the British guys I've ever been with, gathered together and shot in the head for being such bad kissers :)

Ok, I know there's more to life than good kissing, which is why I've spent 3 years with a Brit who was remarkably bad at kissing when we first met.

But when you're drunk, in the middle of Elephant and Castle, at 2am on a Thursday night/Friday morning and you both work together, have to actually go into work the next day, he's 24, you're 28, he's got a girlfriend and for some strange reason despite you never ever touching a guy who has a girlfriend, this is just one of those things you know you're going to regret.