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10 Kisses, 100 Discoveries: #6 Rejection
I have one deal breaker. Mae West says kissing is a man’s signature. Signature or not, it also tells you everything you need to know about a man. 1 Year, 10 Projects, 100 Discoveries started with 10 Guys, 10 Weeks, 10 Drinks. The sequel is 10 Kisses, 10 Tastes. This post is part of that project. You can see all 10 kisses here and the entire project here. Get ready to pucker up, I am!
For my month long trip to Europe, I had a few goals. One of them was to kiss a local in each destination. I was very strict on the criteria for this goal. Outside of the project, there were no rules, but for the kiss to count towards my 10 Kisses project, it had to be every destination. It had to be a guy. It had to be a true local, no transplants allowed. No Americans who were visiting, no Italians who were backpacking through, no Latinos who were living in London for an extended period of time. Nope, this project was pure and so the men involved had to be “pure” as well.
In London, the men were very American. It was the one place I went in Europe where I felt like I was getting ready to run a race – stretch, shake your arms out, bounce up and down and put your game face on. And, it was the one place I was worried about rejection. Like America, in London, the men at the bars were in their own world. They were cocky and more into their clique of friends than the lone girl at the bar. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling. I mean, how dare you not flirt with me 
Unlike the other countries, in England, I set my sights on a particularly man. I was bound and determined that he would be kiss #6 for this project. I put my game face on and sauntered up to him and his friends at the bar. I played The Game. Maybe I wasn’t quite on that night. Maybe I had eaten too many pastries in Paris Maybe I played it too coy and aloof. But, for whatever reason, Ryan (not his real name) didn’t take the bait. I was shocked.
The taste of rejection? It stings for just a minute. It puts a hard, nondescript taste in your mouth, like the taste you get when you’re thirsty. Most of all, after the sting is gone, it puts a determination in your step to do it better next time; to not fail. And the next time? Let’s just say I conquered a Tarzan of a man 😉
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