I Quit Kissing

Kissing is cruel.
When I kiss the opposite sex, I get a vibration in my stomach. As if he were holding a tuning fork against my lips. But mostly, the thrill is short-lived. Instead of getting an opus, I get chopsticks. Or worse, Fur Elise. Pah.

So.
I quit kissing.
I'll be like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Only with a better singing voice.

Back to my regularly-scheduled Sunday night experiment.
I love spending my weekends in the lab...
Mad scientist, much?