I can always taste garlic… you can never point that out though coz it always turns into who tastes like garlic more all the time arguments. I’ve heard some say they find garlic smell sexy. Often serious kissing sessions turns into a quiz show of identifying as many ingredients from your partner’s previous meal. And bad breathe, yuck… and you can’t say anything… I hate that.
What do you taste the most? What offends you the most? What are some unusual things you’ve tasted from your kissing partner?
Worst taste I’ve had kissing was ash tray. I didn’t know she was a smoker. She had just come back inside, and the taste of the cigarette was fresh in her mouth.
It’s always been a non-start for me for a relationship. And after that, I had one more reason.
-D/a
First husband and I went through a period of drinking ridiculous amounts of tropical punch KoolAid. Even though the marriage crashed and burned I still think of him and smile inwardly when I drink KoolAid almost 15 years later.
My second husband is a smoker, and drinks about 2.5 pots of black coffee a day. Before that one came off the rails I would know he was thinking about kissing me if I heard him brushing his teeth at an odd time. I guess the taste I associate with kissing him is Pepsodent.
My grandfather did not like garlic, but my grandmother did. One restaurant we went to often for family celebrations was renowned for their garlic bread, and also salad with gorgonzola. My grandmother would enjoy those and Grandad would (sweetly, with a twinkle in his eye) tease her about not getting kissed that night.
Because of that I kind of check with a gentleman if we’re out on a dinner date - will we both be having the garlic or onions or whatever? Unless I don’t anticipate snogging, then I would not edit my food choices.
I went on a date with someone a while back. We both showed up a little early. The first thing we did when we met was kiss. She tasted like cigarettes. Odd.
We had dinner, then went for a walk. While we were walking I asked if she was a smoker, and she gave a lame answer about how she was trying to quit. As it turns out, she’d lit up just before she saw me. Her plan was to smoke and then have a mint. Instead, she ditched the cigarette really fast.
I laughed about that, and offered her one, and lit one up myself. And I joked about I ate almost half a roll of mints before she showed up.
The funny thing was, we had hidden it from each other for the three previous dates we’d been on.
