I´m not that old man! But I like him, since he´s still being
naive and tells his love stories, a way I enjoy. (He doesn´t brag on those things, by the way)
The one I dearly enjoy kissing or being kissed is my little daughter.
Whenever I vist her mother´s house I asked her "a kiss I would never forget", so she stamped a kiss on both cheeks.
I frequently say: "This was not well felt". Give me another, I won´t forget.
It produces me such a joy and, by the way, she was born -a day- I would not celebrate (except becasue she was born that day): February the 14th.
When I grow older (and cold) I wish I had the exact memory of these days I enjoy watching her to be the girl she´s going to be.