Day 3: Let Lips Linger
I've never had mistletoe. I've always eyed it at the tree lots though. It's one of those things that in romantic movies you just find yourself under with the man of your dreams (or the man who will soon fill your dreams depending on the movie) and you're swept away in one of those "Never Been Kissed"/"Princess Diaries" kind of kisses where everything else fades away and your foot pops. It's probably a good thing that I've never been caught under the mistletoe with expectations like that.
Here's how my mistletoe experience would probably go. I would have to buy the mistletoe. I would have to find a place to hang the mistletoe. Then if the man of my dreams ended up under the mistletoe at the same time I was there, right when we went to kiss, the mistletoe would fall on our heads. Kiss ruined. The story would still be a good one though.
The BHG calendar says that studies about kissing (I'm now wondering who participates in studies like that and if they are advertised in the Classifieds like sleep studies are) show that "couples who smooched often are eight times less likely to feel stressed or depressed." And after rereading it, it does say surveys and not studies and it even narrows it down to one survey. Funny how in my mind it became multiple kissing studies.
Well, this is the first year I've ever had someone to meet under the mistletoe. Maybe I'll grab a sprig and hang it somewhere at Danny's house. After all, who am I to argue with scientific studies?
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