temporarily sidelined (or, i know i said i wouldn’t do it, but preying on the depravity of friends is fun)

Recently, a friend of mine—who will, for her own protection, remain nameless at this time—confessed to me her crush on a much older (see: thirteen years her senior) man. Would I think less of her, she wondered, on account of said crush? Would I frown upon her decision to continue dating him in spite of his age?

My answer is HELL NO! And, also, KISS HIM, DAMMIT!

Which she did last night, after receiving a gentle push (by way of text message) from yours truly, urging her to lay one on him at the appropriate moment. It’s nice to know my ability to be a bad influence is not at all diminished by the distance—2500 miles of it—between us.

I would like to dedicate this post to my first-move-making friend (you know who you are) for throwing caution—and age—to the wind for the sake of some sweet lip action. I am so effing proud of you. In fact, if I wasn’t so busy cozying up to my quietude (see: being boring) I’d probably get after it, too, so inspired am I by your actions.

Oh well. Being a spectator to scandal is the perfect way to wait out my current hiatus from kissing (and that to which kissing inevitably leads). So, bravo, my friend. Bravo.