Mr. Make out Session. – Amor Magazine – The Streets

Published on 2nd March 2016

There is no way I was sober. I know this for a fact. The photos from last night confirm just that. Who was that guy? Is he the same guy texting me right now saying “Good morning baby”? Wait, is this a photo of me kissing him!

Yes, yes it is. And I remember it unfortunately. He approached me after I ended a night of bar hopping with some friends. Of course he caught me during the moment of “I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow, I COULD stay out late”. After his smooth New York fast talk, I was in a cab headed to an after hours spot with him and his friends. After making a stop (to change clothes since it was on the way), I found myself in a building with no windows or clocks dancing/rapping to Big Poppa. After shots of cognac and very open conversations about family, work, dating, we were “posted” up like your favorite 90’s house party couple.

Maybe it was when I looked up at him in my cute drunken state. Maybe it was when he leaned in close to tell me how cute my single dimple was. I’m not sure but either way I was making out with a guy I had just met 2 hours ago. No we are not talking about a little kisses that none around you would catch. We are talking about full on “this is my boo!” lip lock session. He walks me to my cab, pays for it, kisses me and sends me home.

Am I going to reply to his texts? Probably not. I can barely remember his name and I definitely don’t remember seeing that huge hand tattoo. It was stupid and once my hangover passes so will any thoughts of pursing anything with Mr. Make out Session. At best he was an average kisser anyway.

Written By: Nikita Brown

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