Well, that’s fair. I was thinking more along the lines of high school kids making out on benches at the mall. And uncomfortably intimate things that just are not that fun.
Also, dear god, that statement made me feel old. Do kids make out at the mall anymore?
I agree making out is better than diving for your partners privates. But have always felt like that step lingers for a little too long. Just personal preference.
Fair enough, I was thinking in more of an adult context. Totally respect your personal preference in that regard.
With teens, it’s kind of a combination of factors - lack of space they can privately do whatever intimate thing they please (malls/bleachers/whatever are public spaces, sure, but are places they can easily meet away from parents. They don’t necessarily care about the rest of the public), not yet being comfortable with the more fun stuff, and it still feels pretty good (though lower on the total spectrum of good feeling things possible between humans).
I can guarantee there’s kids in a mall somewhere making out while we’re having the conversation, unaware that they engaging in a dying ritual lumbering its way into the mists of time.
Well, that’s fair. I was thinking more along the lines of high school kids making out on benches at the mall. And uncomfortably intimate things that just are not that fun.
Also, dear god, that statement made me feel old. Do kids make out at the mall anymore?
I agree making out is better than diving for your partners privates. But have always felt like that step lingers for a little too long. Just personal preference.
Fair enough, I was thinking in more of an adult context. Totally respect your personal preference in that regard.
With teens, it’s kind of a combination of factors - lack of space they can privately do whatever intimate thing they please (malls/bleachers/whatever are public spaces, sure, but are places they can easily meet away from parents. They don’t necessarily care about the rest of the public), not yet being comfortable with the more fun stuff, and it still feels pretty good (though lower on the total spectrum of good feeling things possible between humans).
I can guarantee there’s kids in a mall somewhere making out while we’re having the conversation, unaware that they engaging in a dying ritual lumbering its way into the mists of time.