Kisses For Sale

Okay. I lied. Kisses are not quite for sale like they were at country fairs during wartime. They're for trade, Indian way. And the trade does not benefit any relief program neither support our troupes abroad.

It benefits only me and, if you like the trade, eventually you.

Here's how it works. You give me a story, I give you a kiss.

I mean it. I will keep my promise. You've only to promise not to cry if you'll be turned into a frog after I'll kiss you (my magic is powerful but still a little bit chaotic.)

I'm looking for more exciting stories of inspiring, reckless lives.

It can be your life or somebody else's.

It can be women's or men's.

You can be a woman or a man.

You can either share it here with all the readers of this blog or e-mail it to me (address on the left, I know some of you prefer to go this way.)

Let's start to play.

Countdown to Christmas.

Comments

[heathervescent]

Gloria - that's reckless! How many stories will you get? Is anyone daring (or reckless) enough to post it here? Can I get Moki kisses instead?

[gloria]

Sure. Mi perro es tu perro, ha ha! As long as Moki agrees.

[f.]

i tell you a story that happened not many years ago... one day a young guy -with his then very long hair and his regularly cut on the knee jeans- went to the head of the departement of world arts and cultures, at ucla, and told him "it's strange that you here don't have a class dedicated to the relationship between martial arts and eastern philosophies"... the head didn't call the security, on the contrary some week later told that young guy to teach himself that class... that's the story (with many others details... as an example, two of the lakers' cheerleaders were in that class) that i tell everytime someone here (milan, italy) ask me the difference between california and europe... the day something similar will happen in an european university, please give me a call...
that young guy is not a stranger to me and you, isn't true?...

[Gloria]

Well deserved kiss... granted. Too bad you'll have to wait until your next visit to L.A. to get it in person. Thank you for reminding me how reckless is my (our, ok) son.