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Oh no. Another example of me not thinking it through. I've read the posts and now see kissing as the complicated thing that it really is. 
It's almost involuntary with me that when I say goodbye I do a continental-european-my-best-mate-is-gay-we-wish-we-lived-in-New-York-mwah-mwah-peck-on-the-cheeks thing. 
No wonder I'm single!  On the rare ocassions I get a date I've effectively been giving them the subliminal message that either a) You appear gay to me or b) Wouldn't it be better if I was your rich, sophisticated Aunt?
I will pay more attention to the rest of these posts, I promise.
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