French Kissing

How did I find myself “French kissing” an Italian man I had just met in Rome?

I knew that would get your attention.

I was in my early sixties (so a few years ago) and no one was more surprised than me because I had been not been kissed in a very long time, let alone French kissed.

I had just arrived in Rome to attend and present at a forum for global female entrepreneurs. My driver had not shown up to take me from the airport to my hotel.

So a driver from another company quickly offered to step in. He was a very handsome 50-something Italian gentleman who showed his credentials, and too weary to look any further, I accepted.

 

Not him. Looked like him.

 

Our conversation en route went deep quickly. We found we shared a similar interest in world affairs, European politics and travel.

Long story short, we hit it off somewhat,  and when he finally arrived at my hotel, he rushed around to open the door. I stepped out and he asked, “I don’t usually do this, but may I kiss you?”

I don’t usually do this but I thought life is too short. Go for it.

I was expecting a peck on the lips at most but my Italian gentleman dove right in.

You are probably hoping for magic and fireworks right?

Nope.

It was bad.

Awful.  Really terrible.

Enough said.

 

Shardie, my BF, captured these two lovers while we were dining a few tables away in a Paris bistro.

 

Not a Good Kisser?

I don’t know about you but the “French kiss” has always been my barometer for cementing sexual attraction.

No fireworks. No way.

Because I so remember my first French kiss. I was 14. He was 17. It was a beautiful sunny day at the beach and this blond blue-eyed boy leaned in, parted his lips, and well, the earth moved.

Never saw him again, didn’t care, but what a great memory. Whatever his name was set the bar very high and from then on, everyone else would be measured by that lusty passionate first French kiss.

 

French kissing at the Eiffel Tower. On my bucket list!

Origin of French Kissing

So why it is called the “French kiss?

You might be surprised to learn that it is not a French term. It was coined by British and American soldiers who learned this adventurous form of smooching from the French mademoiselles they met during World War II.

In fact, French kissing for the French is normal kissing so there was no official word for it until 2014. That’s when the dictionary, Le Petit Robert, formally recognized the slang “galocher” to mean kissing with one’s tongue.  No idea why.  “Une galoche” is an overshoe in French.

French kissing IS fun like sloshing around in the rain in galoshes.

Ok I just made that up!

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35 Comments

  1. Doris Squires on June 9, 2019 at 8:38 am

    I don’t really have a comment, it was so long ago!

    • Diana Bishop on June 9, 2019 at 9:54 am

      Oh Doris.. I bet you do! Tell us about your best kiss then? (Comment 2 of 3 for the Giveaway)

    • Lea Vares Greenwood on June 9, 2019 at 11:29 am

      I my first French kiss….age 14 at camp! Remember it like yesterday. And yes, my earth moved and the barometer for love was set. Still friends with my “barometer” 45 years later.

      • Diana Bishop on June 16, 2019 at 5:48 pm

        Love all these stories. (Comment 2 of 3)

    • Renee on June 9, 2019 at 4:12 pm

      My first French kiss was at 15 or 16 with a tall gorgeous man. We were at a friends grad party and I knew he was eyeing me….so being the brash forward person I am, I promptly went to the bathroom and stayed there for ages. I noticed that someone was pacing outside the door but since they didn’t knock I continued to stay there . I was nervous , I knew it was HIM!
      Finally he said..” Renee would you please get out of there?” I came out and he said that we should go to the park. We walked for a few minutes and then he said that he loved me and
      Bingo Bangor bongo….he ” galoushed ” me!!!! I married him! and here we are …38 years later,
      galoshing!!!

      • Diana Bishop on June 9, 2019 at 5:21 pm

        Best story so far… Maybe we should call it “glossing” from now on. I like it. And I have seen that handsome husband of yours — how lucky you were to be kissed by him!
        (Comment #2 of 3 to qualify for the Chanel Perfume Giveaway!) Thanks Renee!

  2. Shardie Stevenson on June 9, 2019 at 8:58 am

    Ok BF…. mine was dreadful 😜
    It was as a result of a spin the bottle game in Grade 7 played at a friend’s house. The bottle stopped , pointed at me and I had to go onto a dark closet with a boy I actually really liked. He grabbed me and slurped , hitting my teeth and practically choking me. Yuck yuck yuck. !😜😜😜

    • Diana Bishop on June 9, 2019 at 9:54 am

      Oh Yucky indeed. But so funny!!! I do remember a guy kissing me when I was 16. He just pressed his lips really hard
      against mine — for too long! I think he thought that was French kissing!

    • Luci Rizzo on June 9, 2019 at 7:27 pm

      U wont believe this as i cannot, but my story is EXACTLY the same as Shardie Stevensen. . I remember saying to myself, “so this is it? “. I was sooo disappointed. The Only difference was that the boy was not so much of an interest of mine but was one of the “popular” boys which made it even more disappointing for me. It got better as my life experiences went on…..

      • Diana Bishop on June 9, 2019 at 7:31 pm

        Luci, Ha ha! I would believe it! And why was it that the popular guys at school were not great kissers? Too taken with themselves?
        Thanks for sharing. (Comment 2 of 3 for the Giveaway)

  3. Twink on June 9, 2019 at 9:41 am

    I wore galoshes as a kid. Everyone else seemed to have been upgraded to pull-on boots with zippers.
    I figured they had passed 1st base-the French kiss.
    Me? Well I had less than most in lovers luck so the “”kiss” was usually a step in the wrong direction. Quite naive, I preferred someone holding my hand. The chance that would happen wearing galoches was nil.

    • Diana Bishop on June 9, 2019 at 9:52 am

      Twink — you are hilarious! Folks — if you are reading this comment. It is from my sweet adorable cousin, the baby of our family with
      a quirky sense of humour that always makes me laugh! (Comment 2 of 3 for the Giveaway Draw)

  4. Erica Prinn-McCarthy on June 9, 2019 at 10:29 am

    Oh my, this takes me back! I think I was 13 and was snuggling up with my older brother’s friend, Robert (as in Robeeeer, he was french) and he leaned in! Wow was I surprised! But it was a bit much for me and that was the end of that! It did set the stage for future ‘french’ kissing though.
    My father bought me my first grown up perfume and it was Chanel no. 5. I felt so elegant!

  5. Dianne Tonnies on June 9, 2019 at 11:05 am

    It was memorial, the earth moved, and left me utterly breathless. He was my first boyfriend at 17 and after a year, we parted to follow our separate life paths. Forward 58 years, we have found each other and rekindled our love and French kisses.

    • Diana Bishop on June 16, 2019 at 9:31 pm

      Dianne, I want to hear this story.
      (As a new subscriber you are automatically entered to win in the draw for
      the Chanel perfume. Bonne Chance!)

  6. Eileen on June 9, 2019 at 2:09 pm

    Same here, spin the bottle, and a messy surprise, I was not impressed… maybe because he wasn’t French…?

    • Diana Bishop on June 9, 2019 at 5:19 pm

      Eileen, Yeah spin the bottle. You are kinda stuck perhaps kissing someone you don’t want to kiss! Thanks for you comment Eileen. You are now resisted with Comment 1 of 3 to qualify for the Chanel Perfume Giveaway!

      • Betty Hancey on June 15, 2019 at 7:44 am

        Oh I well remember my first French kiss! It was delicious and set the bar very high for many years. 16 and snuggled under a tree on a sunny summer afternoon with a man of 18 who already knew how to seduce with dreamy eyes and well timed kisses. A lovely memory!

        • Diana Bishop on June 15, 2019 at 9:16 am

          Sound delicious! Love this story. Thanks Betty. (Comment 2 of 3 for the Perfume Giveaway!)

  7. Tamara Thompson on June 9, 2019 at 3:58 pm

    Well, I obviously out of sheer excitement for winning Channel Perfume, read the rules wrong last week- meh 🙁 I thought I needed to write three comments per post and three comments per upcoming posts for this contest. The reasoning for my three comments in the last post, so ridiculous. I thought “I am so in for this perfume, these ladies with one comment only -are trailing way behind me, I am going to be the winner, easily” YIKES!!! After writing 3 comments I re-read the rules, GULP, ok so I am the loser who wrote three comments on one post…

    The FRENCH KISS!!! It was a boy we were bf and gf, for maybe a couple of weeks, which was a long time being about 13. He french kissed me while at a close by friends house. I do remember it was a nice kiss, I thought so anyways. Then later that day he came by my house to offer me a box of chocolates, I thought…”Oh, I must be something special, he is so into me”. Then he continued to dump me, (that is what we use to call it), yeah he dumped me, and said “I bought you these chocolates (Turtles) so you wouldn’t be hurt after me dumping you.” HUH? Apparently when I left my friends house she kissed him and he decided he liked her french kisses more then mine, and gave me chocolate to sooth my pain. I ate them in one sitting. I wasn’t friends with her neither, anymore…lol

    • Diana Bishop on June 9, 2019 at 5:23 pm

      Tamara–you are kidding me! I will never trust anyone who gives me chocolates again but like you, I will eat them anyway!

      And don’t worry about the 3 Comments. You now have 2 out of 3 to qualify for the Chanel Perfume! Well done!

  8. Lynn Patterson on June 9, 2019 at 8:26 pm

    My first French kiss, well I’ll never forget. It was my second date with this fella that I was smitten with. He brought my roses 🌹. Well it was bingo bango bing. The rest is history. Fell over heels with him and we have been married for 34 years.

    • Diana Bishop on June 10, 2019 at 10:43 am

      Lynn, Does that mean you have only French kissed one man in your whole life?
      It must have been good. Thank you so much for your comment. Love hearing all of these stories! (Comment 2 of 3)

  9. Timmithea Leeds on June 10, 2019 at 6:46 pm

    Awe, my first Frenchie! His name is permanently etched into my brain. And, his sumptuous lips! My mum loved him because he brought flowers to me after he worked his shift at a local restaurant. A single red rose every time. There was a permanent vase on our kitchen table that summer filled with roses he brought me. My dad was not amused. He rarely bought my mom flowers, she would bemoan to me often. So, immediately after my love interest would leave, I gifted my the rose to my mum. I was more interested in going out with him and, well, parking. We would take long, romantic rides through the canyons where we lived. Horsetooth Reservoir was a popular spot for local teens to stop. It had a view out over the city. I hear that the small town where we lived was a model for Downtown Disney. Even today, the view is quite pretty with twinkling lights spread across the horizon for miles. The town is equally quaint as it was 30 plus years ago with trees and turn of the century shops and houses. My beau would drive up the windy road and around the reservoir as fast as he could with me holding on to his muscular waist for dear life! He was a state qualified swimmer and I loved those firm abes! The best part was his soft kisses, though. For hours we would kiss and his tongue would …well, you know! It was the best. I felt so tingly afterward as one could imagine. We were on a motorcycle, so not much more than kissing every happened in case you were wondering. About ten or eleven o’clock the police would make their rounds and tell everyone parked along the reservoir to go home. Several summers later, a girl at the bridal shop I worked at was telling me her friend had a boyfriend that she claimed was the best kisser ever! When she told me his name I politely smiled an agreed! Oh, my. The heart is racing still today just thinking about it. I’ll never forget his french kisses. Ever. XXOO

    • Diana Bishop on June 10, 2019 at 7:08 pm

      Timmithea — my heart was racing reading this story. Oh my goodness, you could write romantic novels. So well written.
      Please tell us, so you know what ever happened to this young man?
      (You have qualified with 1 of 3 comments needed to be eligible for my Summer Giveaway — a bottle of Chanel Perfume).
      And thank you so much for sharing this story. I hope you will keep reading my blog. Diana

      • Timmithea Leeds on June 14, 2019 at 10:57 am

        Thanks for the compliment and what a great topic! Better than reading the news today! Since you asked…I did a little sleuthing. I knew my old beau had gone into the Air Force right after high school. He swam for the AF and was Valedictorian. Then, he owned his own company for a while- he was an engineer. As of 7 years ago, he still hadn’t married. But, now I see he had children. He waited until his late forties to find the right lady! He is a very successful CEO. He doesn’t have much of a presence on the internet, but I did find his picture on his company’s website. His big blue eyes and huge white teeth smile were a dead give away. He isn’t as thin anymore, but retained his pretty dark hair. I can still hear his laugh. We laughed and french kissed a lot that one summer long ago. Lovely man. Lovely memories. XXOO.

        • Timmithea Leeds on June 14, 2019 at 11:01 am

          Thanks for the compliment and what a great topic! Better than reading the news today! Since you asked…I did a little sleuthing. I knew my old beau had gone into the Air Force right after high school. He swam for the AF and was Valedictorian. Then, he owned his own company for a while- he was an engineer. As of 7 years ago, he still hadn’t married. But, now I see he has children. He waited until his late forties to find the right lady! He is a very successful CEO. He doesn’t have much of a presence on the internet, but I did find his picture on his company’s website. His big blue eyes and huge white teeth smile were a dead give away. He isn’t as thin anymore, but retained his pretty dark, thick hair. I can still hear his laugh. We laughed and french kissed a lot that one summer long ago. Lovely man. Lovely memories. XXOO.

        • Diana Bishop on June 14, 2019 at 4:02 pm

          It is so cool that you have some idea of what happened to him. I never met or saw the boy that I French kissed again. I would have to even to think hard to remember his name. But the kiss I will never forget.
          How fun. Thanks Timmithea!

  10. Dorothy Berry on June 14, 2019 at 6:29 am

    Aaahhhh… so sweet, so innocent… so naive. Walking across the football field after a day at high school, my tall, dark and handsome “man” grabbed my hand and then my heart, completely wrapping me with his arms. I looked up into his eyes and melted. With great passion our lips met, our tongues timid and exploring each other. It could have been for a minute, it could have been an hour. I have no idea… and like you Diana at age fourteen. For us it was the beginning of a four year relationship of rainbows and fireworks. We were so in love, young love 💕🌈💥 My feet never touched the earth…. funny though, he had braces and I had a shredded tongue…. without pain‼️

  11. Margaret Ann on June 16, 2019 at 11:58 am

    I was fifteen, we had been “dating” for about five months. “Dating” was Saturdau nights at the local arena with a group of guys and gals then back to my house after for hot chocolate and cookies and walks home from school with him carrying my books. We had walked one of the single girls home one Saturday night after skating and treats and after we dropped her off he asked me what I would do if he kissed me. I figured if he had to ask he really wasn’t interested so I told him I would get my Dad after him. That’s why it took five months. When it finally happened I was caught, hook, line, and sinker! Ah, young love. Great memories.

    • Diana Bishop on June 16, 2019 at 5:36 pm

      I so remember the skating thing. I couldn’t wait to go to the local rink on Saturday nights and
      hope that the boy I liked would ask me to skate around and around the rink.. holding my hand. Swooon!

      Young love indeed. Thanks Margaret Ann! (Comment 3 of 3.. you are now fully qualified to win in the Chanel Perfume Draw!)

  12. Cathy on June 16, 2019 at 12:00 pm

    Yes, like you, I think I was 14ish. Not impressed then and still not really impressed now.😋

    • Diana Bishop on June 16, 2019 at 5:31 pm

      Ha ha… I do hope you experience one soon that meets your approval Cathy! (Comment 2 of 3)

  13. Patricia Carroll on June 18, 2019 at 11:08 am

    I am Just catching up……….reading back blogs is like binging on Netfix…WHAT FUN…

    My first real kiss …….REAL KISS……was soft and gentle and grew in intensity rather like a beautiful piece of music….it was amazing…. made my toes curl. I guess I was about 16 or 17…..and he was a much older man of 19 or 20………You don’t forget first experiences.

    Hmmmmmmmmm

    • Diana Bishop on June 18, 2019 at 1:51 pm

      It sounds so much like my experience Patricia — Love your description of it. Better than mine. Thank you so much for reading my blog. (And you now have 2 Comments registered to be entered into the draw to win the Chanel Perfume!)

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