I shared this with my friend MR at lunch today, so I might as well share it with the rest of you. Today, for lunch in the Galley they had chili hot dogs. Every time I have a chili dog it reminds me of French-kissing.
My first French kiss was in the summer of 1995. I was dating this girl and we had been dating for about 3 weeks. I went to kiss her goodbye and she French kissed me. I kind of knew this was coming because we had talked about it a few times.
Unfortunately, on this day, she had eaten a chili cheese dog with onions. It was the most horrible thing to have in my mouth. I was not prepared for it.
I rushed home and threw-up. Chili cheese dogs with onions are pretty nasty as is, but to have someone else's in your mouth is just wrong.
I swore off French-kissing that day. If that was what French-kissing was all about, there was no way I wanted any part of it. It took another three months before LK could convince me to let us French kiss again. And this time she had just got done sucking on some mints. It went much better the second time.
But it never fails...every time I have a chili dog I'm reminded of that experience and how nasty French-kissing can be.
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