Dear Guy Who Works at My Gym

Dear guy who works at my gym,
I think you’re adorable. In fact, I’ve even entertained the idea of mounting you and riding you bare back in a lusty dream or two. However, your innuendos are rather ambiguous.

All of sudden, it seems you’ve take a particular liking to me. You make it a point to say hello when I come in and good-bye when I leave, but I’m still not sure whether this recent urge to talk to me is little more than an inside joke you cooked up with your friends.

You’ve had the opportunity to come and chat with me while I worked out, or did you not see me? That day, when I was deliberately walking around with my chin up high, stomach tucked in, and my chest and ass prominently on display, I stole a few glances in your direction hoping you’d notice and come say hi.

Well, if the complete truth is what you’re after, for the first 15 minutes, I didn’t actually know it was you. For those 15 minutes, you were just some mysterious hot guy that wandered into the gym. I could only make out your well toned arms, a few shaggy tufts of dark curls peeking out from beneath your cap, and the lower half of your face while you worked out on the stair climber. But when I did recognize you, it made me smile a little bit on the inside–not so much when you didn’t even notice me.

Then, when I was finishing the last leg of my workout, I saw you go behind the counter. From upstairs all I could see were your legs. As I watched those legs walk around, I was hoping you’d at least stay until I left, but the timer said I still had thirteen minutes and forty three seconds to go–would you really stay that long on what I was sure was your day off?

You couldn’t have known how excited I was when the answer turned out to be yes. I spent an extra few minutes in the locker room making sure my lips were especially plump and my hair looked just disheveled enough to frame my face. In my mind, it would have been like a shampoo commercial where my hair would be blowing behind me and everything would get all slow motion and your jaw would drop to the floor upon my entrance.

The reality was much more bleak–but you did manage to become ambiguous once again. You were busy talking to one of your buddies. I looked over at you as I walked by the counter, but you didn’t notice me–at least, not until I was opening the door and you made it a point to yell HEY and startle me just enough that I leapt a good three inches into the air. I can only imagine how not cute I looked just then. But when I turned and saw your smiling face saying good-bye to me, it was all better.

I’m not quite sure how you do it or why it happens, but whenever you say hi and good-bye, I feel like a school girl again. Butterflies tickle my tummy and I suddenly have the urge to giggle and wave coyly. But, I’m not in school anymore and I really can’t stand this amount of ambiguity. Please, just tell me what you want already, or at least ask me for my name. I promise I’ll answer.

Girl diligently working out to look hot for you

Here’s the Deal

Although it appears I haven’t updated since 2005, there was a lot more content on this blog. Somewhere in the move from one server to another, and my misplacing the database back up, a lot of that content (and its respective comments) have also been misplaced.

When I make some time, I’ll put the missing content back online and, one can only hope, resurrect the goodness that was once Kissing Strangers.


actors spend a majority of their time trying to convince people that they are someone (or something) else. after pondering that sentence for a few moments, I have come to the following conclusion: actors are just incredibly good liars (or, at least, that’s what some of them strive to become).

agree? disagree? why?

why, oh why, won’t you let me feed you?

I admit it, I am notoriously bad at visiting websites on a regular basis unless I know there will be something new there to pique my interests, so I’ve decided to add each of the websites in my blogroll list to my feed reader so I can see who’s updated and visit more often.

But in my travels through the short blogosphere that is my blogroll, I realized that not every site offered a feed or some of the feeds were broken – so I ask you dear readers, why don’t you let people feed you? Is there any particular reason for not offering a feed?

playing games

It’s bright and early in the morning and I feel like playing games…you have Janet to thank for this.

1) Put your name in my comments, and I’ll respond with something random about you (I’ll respond in the comments section, so you’ll have to check back).

2) I’ll tell you what song or movie reminds me of you.

3) I’ll pick a color/flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.

4) I’ll say something that only makes sense to you and me.

5) I’ll tell you my first memory of you.

6) I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7) I’ll ask you something I’ve always wondered about you.

8) If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog. You MUST. It is written. (well, not really, but since I shamelessly copied and pasted this from Janet’s site, I felt I should include it…)

Janet’s response as it pertains to me:

Kissing Bandit: Seeing as how I never met her, I’ll try my best!

#1: If those are really your lips, they’re gorgeous!
#2: Kissing to be Clever – Culture Club
#3: Um…well, Cherry, of course!
#4: Gotta pass on this one, as I’ve never talked to you before!
#5: Those lips!
#6: hmmm…don’t know!
#7: LOL same as #1 – are those really your lips?

Janet, you seem quite taken by the lips in my header…to answer your question, no they are not mine – they do look delicious though, don’t they? But just for you I will dig through all the files on my computer to find a suitable image of my kisser and post it…later.

we always remember our first…

well, in this case, I’m talking about the first search phrase someone used to find this website — women kissing

but because it was so good the first time, the searchers, of course, had to try some variations:

  • kissing men
  • women kissing
  • kissing ladies
  • men kissing men
  • am I bisexual quiz
  • kissing foot lady
  • just kissing
  • how to kissing wife’s vagina

and because I think it would be excellent fun, I will be expressing my thoughts on each of these phrases over the next week or so. I wonder what other phrases my search public will add to the list. I guess I’ll have to wait and see…

Iris, my dear

Well, in my recent adventures I’ve happened upon a new blog (one of my favorite pastimes – so don’t forget to let me know where your blog is if you leave a comment) and I just ‘met’ Iris.

Iris feels alone right now. Although I like kissing strangers, I am not without emotion and Iris’ story has touched me. She feels she’s at fault because she loved a man and told him so.

Now, I can go through and answer each one of her questions individually, but I’m sure she has already heard them. I will offer the following though:

You are not an idiot and you will not be judged — at least not by me.

Love is wonderful, but not without its risks. To love, and love fully, is to surrender to those risks knowing that your love may not be reciprocated in the way you wish. Love is also about balance — love of self and love of another (in that order, but do not confuse love of self with being selfish).

When we lose love, any love, we grieve and it must follow the natural course of grieving. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance and not in that particular order. Death does not need to occur in order for one to feel loss and the length of the process is directly proportional to the perceived greatness of that loss.

Iris, allow yourself to go through the motions — try to play out all the different scenarios in your mind, get angry and scream if you need to, cry until your heart feels empty, then fill it back up to the brim with love again, because, my dear, you will eventually find your way to acceptance.

You will love, and be loved, again — I assure you that you are already loved right now (you’ll let it in once you’re ready, but it’s there). You are not alone.

one for the men

if you want us to stop being so damn emotional – your only recourse is to keep us in a perpetual state of orgasmic bliss.

perpetual state of orgasmic bliss. got that? good.

fame, fortune, and paparazzi

i’m usually not one to go eyeballing anyone I happen to see on t.v. or on the silver screen, but last Friday I was watching the new episode of Stargate Atlantis and then I saw him…the new character – Ronon Dex.

Jason Momoa as Ronon Dex - photo courtesy of Sci Fi

Even when this dude is eating with his fingers and looking like he just stepped out of the stone ages 30 seconds prior, it didn’t even phase me, it just made me wish I was one of his fingers.

there really should be some sort of law against looking so good you make women (namely the Kissing Bandit) want to crawl through the t.v. set and do many naughty things.

although i am fairly sure he’d have a hard time explaining to law enforcement that he was the victim of a drive by banging when he finally did wake up confused and disoriented.

but let’s get back to the topic at hand. my many naughty thoughts got me to thinking — it must feel mighty funny to suddenly have a bunch of strangers undressing you with their minds and having their way with you.

one minute the only ones who knew your name included your family and possibly a few people who thought you were ‘hot as hell’ in high school…then all of a sudden, every other website is oooing and aaaahing over how sexy you are and next thing you know, you have a potential stalker club.

how would you deal with it — could you deal with it? what exactly would it feel like?

(on a completely unrelated note – it truly is a shame when a third party fan site looks a million times better than your official site…if you ever do become famous, hire a good web designer, that’s my helpful hint for the day.)

mmmm yummy

Frosted Mini Wheats and Cheddar Cheese
French Fries and Vanilla Ice Cream (preferably of the McDonald’s variety)
Peanut Butter and Bacon (preferably of the sandwich variety)

food is a lot like people – some of the most unexpected combinations work so well together. you just need an open mind and a willingness to try new things…so now I’m curious to see what other unique combinations go well together (I’m talking about food ;) ) – any ideas?

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