Happy putting on the moves anniversary!

11 years ago today my dear hubby first put the moves on me. After weeks of does he like me or not we finally started our love affair. Though no kissing was involved as he had recently gotten over mono. (contracted by a contagious and evil kiss from one of my dorm mates a few months earlier.) Anyhow I could only keep up the kissing restraint for another day or 2 and soon I was sick too. But really thinking back on the kissing, it was quite crazy. I remember that we would frequently gnash our teeth together as I would start smiling mid smooch. I couldn't help it as I was so happy to be in love. I would get chills that would affect me even hours later just by thinking back on the moment. My roommate Kendra would turn up her stereo so she wouldn't have to listen to all the lip smackings going on. We must of been so annoying.
So here we are flash forward and I can hardly stand to kiss. All my kisses have been used up. No that's not true. But it is true that anything more than a peck makes me start feeling claustrophobic. It's a breathing thing. I frequently feel as though I am gasping for air as this baby in the tummy is taking up all my lung space. Either that or I have just become kiss frigid.