I got me some favorite words for February, some kissy words, words that take me back to drive-in movies and dark desert nights parked in cars with rolled down windows or opened doors, cool breezes over bare legs, surrounded by heat lightning. Heat. Lightning. Yes indeedy. Words like smooch. I just love that one, thinking in fact I’m gonna start signing all my emails and comments smooches, thinking there needs to be a universal symbol for smooches, maybe even heart shaped road signs signaling time for a little smooch, less road rage out there to deal with. “Stop and smooch, you’ll feel better.” Yep, thinking perhaps a government program for smooches – no Two-Minute Hate, instead a One-Minute Smooch, maybe only 30 seconds since a smooch itself only lasts a jiff, but yes, thinking how much happier we would all be for the remainder of the day; just saying the word smooch brings a smile to everyone - imagine how much better an actual real thing.
I have smooched in a dark green MG, in a silver Triumph, in a baby blue Subaru Brat, in a Mercury Cougar with the best air conditioning ever. I have smooched in darkrooms, in dark rooms, in Christmas woods, and while floating on the lake under a hot hot white summer sun. I have smooched by the light of the silvery moon and by the sound of a cheering crowd in celebration of a winning homerun. I have smooched while watching tv, and I have smooched while dancing in a parking lot, two-stepping to a song on the radio. My mother and father used to smooch at red lights, he no doubt perfectly timing it, ensuring the light would be red.
Couples who have been together a bit always smooch goodbye, and lots of times hello, but they smooch goodbye with an I’ll see you later and once I smooched someone goodbye in a bar, in the daytime, almost no one else there, but those who were there commented to the smoochee after I left, they liked that, they said, now that was a kiss, but it wasn’t, the smoochee and I agreed, it was our normal goodbye smooch.
Smooches are never serious, though, of course, they may very well lead to something serious (just ask my friend who is now married to the man who left a one word note under one of her windshield wipers after their first date: smooch); they are fun, flirty, silly, quick, they are playful, and you may smooch several quick smooches right in a row, but they are still smooches, just little happy kisses, and I know a certain someone who says the very best smooches make a smacking, kissing noise, that it isn’t a real smooch without that noise, who, in fact, when I asked him to describe a smooch, said come on over here baby and I’ll show you a smooch, and that’s what smooches are all about, because it made me giggle when he said that, but it made me come on over.