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Kissing Tips for Guys

July 31, 2009 | Leave a Comment

Kissing is a complex behaviour, and is much more than the touching of lips. The significance behind each kiss includes love, affection, acceptance and a build-up to sex. It’s a form of connection between two individuals, and that they feel for each other so much that they want to share something together. Kissing is one way. No two people kiss without any feelings attached to the process. And so, if you want your first kiss to be memorable, you got to know these tricks. A bad kiss might turn your potential life-partner away!

Well, there can be two situations. Intentional and unintentional. The following tips apply to both situations, whether intentional or not. The main problem that we face is we don’t know if she’s ready. If she’s not ready, you will probably end up with a red cheek or even a warning call from her mom.

If you do think she’s ready, then get ready the following stuff.

Breath mints

Mouth wash

Toothbrush

Toothpaste

Tongue cleaner

Floss

Denture cleansing solution

Let’s assume you plan the whole deal. If you are able to invite her to your house, great! But take note! If she refuses to kiss or is not ready, STOP! Respect her as an individual and you will earn the respect and love back many times over!

The basics

1) Clean, sterilise and refresh your mouth with the items indicated above. You have to smell nice! Pop some mints as well!

2) Get into a comfortable position. You can be sitting on the sofa. Avoid the bed as it might make her uncomfortable.

Don’t give her the wrong idea!

3) Hold her hands and talk about childhood memories. Girls love this.

4) Move your faces closer if you think she’s hinting. Then plant a kiss on the cheek. Then move slowly to the lips.

5) Pause and then smile gently. Laugh slowly. Girls go crazy over this!

6) Continue kissing and explore the other areas such as the neck, ears and cheek.

7) If you think she’s cool about french kissing, go ahead! Just remember not to bite!

The killer tips

1) Put some soothing music to set the mood.

2) Use candles. Set the ambience right with comfortable lighting.

3) Asking her for permission also works. You can try, ” I’d like to kiss you (name)”.

4) Put your finger under her chin. Tell her she’s amazing. Be sincere anyway.

Don’ts

1) Don’t come across as someone who only wants her in bed. We know, but, refrain!

2) Don’t appear desperate. Yikes!

3) Don’t let your hands wander into the no-touch zones. Show her, and yourself some respect too.(unless otherwise indicated)

By: George Yeo

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French Loving and Paris Kisses

July 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment

FRENCH LOVING AND PARIS KISSES

 

A Travelogue

 

by

 

Elaine Emily Abonal

 

My first exposure to France or anything French was meeting a boy named Julien when I was at the country club, hanging out by myself and getting sunburned like I always did. I was still a teenager and I texted my mom saying that I met a cute French boy. Apparently, when I stopped texting her back and lost track of time, she thought that I meant old French “man” and thought I was kidnapped and was sold somewhere. Seriously – she called the police, the PNCC (our local traffic patrol), the hospitals nearby, and as soon as I got back to looking at my mobile phone, I must have had 30 new messages and 20 missed calls. There was already a search for me going on.

 

Haha.

 

It was unforgettable and hilarious but I didn’t realize that starting then, the French culture would penetrate my life, whether I wanted it to or not. I’ve always been interested in other cultures ever since I became an exchange student, but I was always more of inclined towards the Spanish side of things. But in college and through surfing, I started making friends from France each year – some of them acquaintances, some I will never forget, and most I will forever be friends with. I took lessons in Alliance Française when I was getting sick of guessing what they were talking about when we would hang out. I realized that although how I said, Je m’apelle Elaine, sounded “cute” to them, it didn’t really get me far during a conversation. So I kept on learning the language, watched their movies, and had a slight idea of what it was like in France from the people I knew. Then one day, IFS (the Institute for Foreign Study), the exchange student company I’ve always been with, asked me to be one of the chaperones for the summer high school groups to France.

 

That was a dream come true. C’était une rêve qui se réalise. I was excited, scared, nervous and chillax at the same time and I felt like I already knew so much about the country even before going there, and yet, I also had no idea what to expect.

 

And the unexpected happened. As soon as we landed on the Charles de Gaulle airport, I had the strange feeling of knowing I was in a foreign land and being at home at the same time. It must have been because I’ve already been to Europe before, or I hung out a way fricken lot with my foreign friends, or that I’ve been studying French for a couple of years. But I was hearing French, breathing their air, taking in all the sights, and texting my friends that – Ohlalaaaa… I was finally there.

 

I lived in a small town south of Paris called Bondoufle with a couple I will never forget. They were pretty crazy but I love them all the same. Babeth was blonde, skinny and smoked like a chimney, but cooked the BEST food I’ve ever eaten in my life. If I have any appreciation for French cuisine or just good food in general, it would be because of her. Everyday for one month, she cooked something different – from épinards a la crème (creamed spinach) to barbecue et bernaise. We had appetizer, salad, the main meal, wine or rosé (I think they were trying to get me drunk everyday), strawberries and cream for dessert, chocolate, and cheese – LOTS of it. Each time! I’m not exaggerating. I must have said “Je vais grossir ici (I’m going to get fat here)” more times than I can remember. We would sit around for hours at a time during dinner, just talking and watching TV, and enjoying the good food and company. My host dad Roland, who always called me “ma grande” or “la belle” was 62 years old but was the youngest 60 year old I’ve ever met. He was a retired rockstar, with a studio downstairs and all the vintage guitars I don’t even know about. He sang to me while strumming on his old school Gibson and at that moment I thought, this is the coolest Frenchman in the world. They quickly made me feel like their own daughter and even at 23 years old, they kissed me four times a day: in the morning, before I left the house, when I got back, and before going to bed. And I must say, they give kisses on the cheek FOUR times each time.

 

The high school group I was chaperoning had French classes in the morning in Bondoufle, but in the afternoons, we had tours in the city of Paris. With them, I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, climbed the Eiffel Tower, posed with the wax figures in Musée Grévin, walked until our feet hurt at the Chateau de Versailles, rode the crazy rides in Parc Asterix, pretended to be giants at France Miniature, ate in the McDonalds of Champs-Elysées, walked through the Arc de Triomphe, stared at the gargoyle sculptures outside the Notre Dame, climbed up the seemingly never-ending stairs of the Sacre Coeur, took a cruise along the Seine River, saw where the movie Amelie was filmed, visited tombstones as the Cemitiere du Père La chaise, shopped at H&M, and ate crepes and drank French coffee (phew!) Although I was a couple years older and that there is such a thing as an age gap, I did feel that I was hanging out with friends. I mean, I was talking about life and love and relationships with a 15 year old! I enoyed every second with them, even if it meant having to be the party pooper sometimes. There are things that I learned from them that I will always remember.

 

Paris, the capital of France and one of the most visited cities in the world, is known as the city of lights and romance, where Victor Hugo wrote his masterpiece, and the best place to find museums with the most famous artworks in history. But we already know that. Sure, everyone knows where Paris is, and I will always be impressed by all the architecture and the history one can find in that city. However, it’s the culture and the people I really truly fell in love with and got attached to, and that’s the reason why I totally agree with Ernest Hemingway when he said that, “If you have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go you will always carry it with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

 

Paris was full of life and I felt that anything could happen. A big drunk guy was spouting sonnets while my friends and I were eating our baguettes by the Fontaine St. Michel. Street performances or surprise acts inside the metro, even if the Parisians were too busy to care, captivated me. Those nameless artists put so much effort on what they would perform. People rushed in and out of the metro – some going through sorties (exits) without even blinking, while others clumsily fumbled through their pocket maps. I’ve also never been to a city so diverse before, and although I know France has all these immigration issues to deal with, I found it interesting to be eating Arabic food or listening to African musique in Western Europe. It made me feel like I wasn’t so out of place. A lot of times though, strangers asked me where I was from, and nobody ever got it right. They wondered if I was Hawaiienne or Tahitienne, and I always had to explain that, “Je suis Philippine (I am Filipina).”

 

Back in the Philippines, I first thought that French people were so different, that I would not be able to relate to them. That some are too snobby, too cultured, too passionate about politics. But the more I hung out with my friends back home, the more I realized that we really were just the same. They like taking pictures as much as we do (when they’re the foreigner at least). They also like making chismis (gossip), they have their own humor, and sometimes even get the most baduy (corny) jokes I give. We laugh at each other and ourselves. We talk about nonsense and sometimes about life and growing up and getting older.

 

In France, living with a French family and being with my friends in their element, I did see that things were a little bit different. Un peu. (A little).They did like talking about politics (hey, I was there during the elections), would rather speak French than English, and would always have baguettes wherever they go – be it in the car, walking on the streets, or while riding a bike. They put the bread right on top of the table (nope, no plate), like their croissants, and would always say Bof! Or Ba, Oui! Or Bien sur. I’ve acquired the pout they always give when they don’t know what to answer or say, and even the acquired taste for the smell of cigarette smoke. I noticed too that a lot of French people say they don’t like the Americans that much, and yet almost all the TV channels I saw from my room had American movies or TV series that were dubbed in French. (Then again, so does every part of the world).

 

I felt most ALIVE when I was in Paris with my friends. It’s when I felt like I was a local – one of them – that I absolutely soaked up the beautiful language and the culture – the joie de vivre. I felt it, spoke it, breathed it, lived it, dreamt with it. For moments at a time, I felt like I was a different person and just lived the moment. I was so happy to feel young and beautiful, to be alive, to be speaking French, to be in Paris. I loved hanging out and walking dans les rues de Paris (in the streets of Paris) with them because we had pictures with the artistic graffiti instead of taking the usual picture by the Eiffel Tower or the Notre Dame. Or we went to Starbucks – which they called Le Starbuck- even if they were telling me, “Ohhh Hélène… Ce n’est pas du café!” (Oh Elaine, it’s not coffee!) With them, I got lost in the streets, got off the wrong stop at the metro, watched the other tourists, took in the sunshine or walked through the rain, discovered what Leffe beer tastes like, and even got a little bit bourré.

 

In that city, I realized that one of life’s and travel’s greatest pleasures is getting to meet up again with old friends, especially ones that you haven’t seen in a long time. You see friendship surpasses time zones, distance, and differences. I saw one of my best friends in the world, met up with someone whose heart I once broke, had coffee with one who broke mine, ate lunch with a friend who took the train from London just to spend the afternoon with me, made new friends, and maybe almost fell in love with someone. People went out of their way just to see me and just to catch up for a little bit. I had friends who made a little reunion party so we could remember the good times in the Philippines and so that I could also have a memorable night in France. Others found it funny and amusing that I loooved being cold just so that I could wear my cute little coat. Someone took me to the Eiffel tower at night because I really wanted to see it, and then again to see it sparkle. Moments and memories with people like those are the ones that I will never forget.

 

If there’s one thing I’ve also learned about traveling or having friends from the country you’re visiting, it is that stereotypes don’t mean anything. They said French people are snobs and won’t care if you’re lost, but people were nice to me, even when I was lost and clueless and asking for directions (and no, I was not only asking help from cute single men). On some occasions, I conversed with random people and saw that that if you smile at them, they actually smile back. My host family prepared something for mon anniversaire (my birthday) and it is one of the sweetest and memorable ones I’ve ever had. I was taken cared of so well and I was treated with so much hospitality and love that it makes looking back on my days in France miss everything so much more.

 

It all feels like a dream now, a good dream. I look at my pictures and I wonder if I really am the girl on the photos. I’m waiting for the day that I can go back and visit.

 

A special person once told me that on whatever trip we go on, no matter how long we stay in a place we grew to love, we always find the time we had there too short. It’s true. That’s why it’s important to enjoy it all – to smile and be thankful for every second. CHERISH every experience. Talk to the people. Take pictures. Observe. Look outside the window. Eat everything and anything – or don’t mind being hungry. Kiss. Fall in love. Hold hands. Laugh.

 

Because who knows? One day, all you might have is a three-page travelogue trying to explain what you’d experienced but knowing that you’ve seen more than the pictures you’ve taken, met more people than you’ve mentioned, and experienced more than you can remember. As for me, all I hope for what I just wrote is that it will forever remind me of what it was like, for the first time, to fall in love with, and maybe in, Paris.

 

Copyright Elaine Emily Abonal © elaineabonal@yahoo.com

 

August 2007

 

“ABROAD is a place where we stay up late, follow impulse, and find ourselves as wide open as were are in LOVE.” – Pico Iyer

By: Elaine Abonal

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5 Ways A Guy Can Completely Ruin His Kissing Reputation

July 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment

Here’s the deal guys. Very rarely will a woman tell you that she thinks you’re a bad kisser.

Nope, instead she’ll abruptly but politely make up an excuse to end the evening. Leaving you wondering “What happened? We were having such a great time”.

Maybe you were, but she wasn’t.

Now she’s going to go home and tell every single one of her girlfriends about the guy who tried to eat her tonsils, or the dude whose breath smelled like cabbage. They’ll probably make up nicknames like “the slobber goblin” for you and laugh about it for weeks. Good luck getting some in that town ever again.

Okay, so I admit that the above scenario is a little exaggerated. But it’s a fact that women take kissing very seriously. To them it’s an indication of how good a guy is going to be at other things.

It’s also a fact that they’re going to talk about a bad kissing experience with their girlfriends. So, with that in mind, here are the things that will completely ruin your kissing reputation.

Have a Nasty Mouth

Whether it is bad breath or dry, chapped lips, a nasty mouth will destroy her kissing mood.

This is easy to remedy. Just practice good dental hygiene, carry some breath mints, avoid spicy or strong foods, and keep a tube of chapstick handy.

Get Nervous

Go ahead. Get nervous. I’m sure she’ll love having your sweaty, clammy hands clumsily pawing at her while you shake like a washing machine spin cycle from anxiety.

Sounds hot, huh?

Instead, why don’t you take a few deep breaths when you start feeling nervous and force yourself to relax. Remember it’s just kissing and she’s probably a little nervous too. Confidence is a major turn on for women. Fake it until you feel it.

Lick Her Tonsils

Because the deeper you can go with your tongue the more impressed she’ll be, right? Wrong. Don’t be surprised if she pukes all over your lap.

Want to know what will really impress her? Gently touch her tongue with yours and try to copy her movements. Keep your touch slow and soft. Unless she’s trying to suck your face off, of course.

Grab Everything

She’s putting her tongue in your mouth. That obviously grants you free reign to fondle anything you want, doesn’t it?

Take it easy pal. It’s still just a kiss. Don’t use it as an excuse to grope her shamelessly. How about touching her hips, back, or face instead.

Rush the Kiss

Some guys think that the sooner they finish the kiss, the sooner they can get started on other things. That might work ten percent of the time, but with a quality girl it’s guaranteed to backfire.

She can tell when you’re rushing things and it’s going to irritate her. You definitely won’t be remembered as a great kisser.

Take your time. A good kisser behaves like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. He savors every second. If you can do that, you’ll be way ahead of the average guy and well on your way to having an excellent kissing reputation.

By: Christopher Williams

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Why Kissing 101 is a Good Buy

July 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment

There are a lot of perceptions which men and women have with regards to kissing and they differ among sexes. Also they differ according to your mood, your culture and environment that you are brought up. But it is a fact that everyone loves to be kissed. But the lucky one is the one who kisses like a dream and the luckier one is the one who is kissed in the most ravishing manner possible. Kissing 101 tells you how to get lucky with kissing. Kissing techniques play a prominent role whether it is your first move or if it a kiss that you give post lovemaking. Powerful kissing techniques and French kissing secrets are described in full detail vividly in text and also in 80 full color illustrations in Kissing 101. Kissing 101 also talks about the erogenous zones in the body which can be heightened by the right kisses and kissing techniques.

To put it bluntly, Kissing 101 is not into ball talk, nor does it talk about poetic love. Unlike other books on kissing, it does not go into flowery expressions of love and deviate from the topic. In any case, all the sensitivity and romance can go out of the window, if you prove to be shabby kisser. Of course, the lady will care for you, love you and find you endearing, but won’t be crazy for you. To sweep a woman off her feet, and make her go into a pleasurable trance, you need to be a master lover which is possible if you are a kissing sensation. Kissing 101 shows you can be one.

 

By: Arunraj V.S.

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Make Your Boyfriend Love to Kiss You

July 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment

Many women have the same problem. Your boyfriend who you adore just isn’t into kissing. It is really hard for women to deal with this because it makes us feel unattractive and hurts our feelings. Kissing is very important to women because it tells us that our guys want us and are attracted to us. Here are some ideas for making your boyfriend more interested in kissing.

1. Tell your boyfriend how important kissing is to you and that you would like more kissing with the two of you. Let him know why it matters to you and how much it matters to you. Once he hears this he will probably make sure to spend more time kissing you. You and your boyfriend need to have more than sexual chemistry for the relationship to work, of course. Discuss the need for kissing without making it about your relationship for best results.

2. Think about your boyfriend’s kissing style. Does he give you soft, gentle kisses or are they deep and passionate? Even if your boyfriend’s kissing style doesn’t exactly match with yours, you should not tell him you don’t like it or he isn’t doing it right. He may have had someone tell him that in the past and feel inadequate as a kisser and that may be why you don’t get the kissing you need. You need to make him feel like a great kisser. Pay attention to his kissing style and go along with it. If he gives you a gentle and soft kiss you can turn it into a more passionate kiss by going along with the kiss for awhile before opening your mouth. If he gives you a sloppy kiss and you would rather have a hard, strong kiss than when he is not expecting it give him the kind of kiss you want. He will get the idea about spontaneous kisses and hopefully use different kissing techniques in the future.

3. As your boyfriend gets more confidence he will most likely kiss you a lot more often and he’ll really enjoy it. It is important to give your boyfriend positive feedback when he kisses you, even when he is still working on getting better. The more you praise his kissing skills, the more he will want to kiss you. He will pick up on what kind of kisses you enjoy and you will both be very satisfied.

4. It may be that he has a problem with your kissing style or you just aren’t a great kisser. Talk to him about what he likes in a kiss and chances are he will be more than happy to show you!

5. If you think his nerves are getting the better of him tell him he is doing a great job and you are really enjoying his kisses. That will get rid of his nerves for sure.

6. Not all men enjoy having to be the first to initiate a kiss and it can be nerve wracking for some. Turn it around on him and initiate the kiss yourself. He will love it and you will probably get a lot more kisses after that.

7. You will probably surprise him when you kiss him first but he will most likely return the kiss. Make sure you don’t give up on the kiss – you have to kiss him back in order to keep him interested in kissing you!

8. Make slow and gentle moves when going to kiss him.

9. Look into his eyes when going in for a kiss.

By: Vlad Stivenson

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