What’s in a kiss?


I lived my teens 160 characters at a time, during the age where text messages had to be short and sweet, and all grammar went for a mini break via the window. Nowadays I am a serial text essayist, I am free and easy with my word count and I am positively salacious with my fondness, that is, my text kisses.

So what happens when someone like me comes across someone who isn’t so carefree when it comes to text affection? Trapped in a simmer of too many thoughts at a time, when I read a text minus the kiss, by brain gets swamped with a cacophony of questions. Have I done something wrong? Am I being punished? Did I forget their birthday? Because when I hang on to my kisses I am outwardly expressing a mood of annoyance.

I then start to wonder about the person… Do they save their kisses for special recipients? Do they think a kiss is too precious to bestow on every member of their phonebook? How do I become ‘x’ worthy in their eyes

Then I face the predicament of whether or not I ignore their current lack of affection and continue to douse them with mine, or descend to their level and reply sans kiss. If I have messaged them first will they notice my sudden lack of a kiss? Will that make things uncomfortable, like I’m trying to make a point… that I have become well aware of their lack of affable text behaviour and have decided that I too can be just as callous.

From time to time I will send a text as a one off connection, but it leads to a hurried chat, sending and receiving responses every ten seconds, to which I then start to feel imbecilic signing off with kiss every time. I have visions of red lipstick plastered all over their face as they’re overloaded with statements of my love. But do I stop? If I stop will they notice? I just feel so ridiculous carrying on… if it were a real conversation I certainly wouldn’t be kissing my friend on the cheek at every sentence.

Perhaps it was this mess that caused some people to go ‘x’ free when it comes to texting, maybe they’re not so coldhearted after all…

Whatever your opinion, whatever side of the kissing gate you sit, we live in a veritable minefield of x’s.