A Kiss is Not Just a Kiss.

@postaday 342; #postaday2011.

While reading an article in the New York Times Magazine’s online edition entitled “Operation Seduction,” my editor asked me if I’d write a story about health and wellness and the family and my husband chided me for gobbling up the Big Mac offer at LivingSocial.com. I said yes to the assignment, I said yes to the fast food, and I sighed as I felt the heat rise from my heart while reading about how the French have employed “séduction and séduire” in nearly every exchange between two people.

But what I was most intrigued by was how this story was wrapped around the act of hand kissing. It is funny to me that I remember someone kissing my hand a few years ago, and I was fascinated by the electricity of the gesture, but I do not remember what man  did it. That may be because I am married, and all that fades into the background, fodder for a novel, a feeling to write and share and lure and mesmerize. From the article:

A guidebook for the bumbling American?

“…Those men who still practice it today know the rules: never kiss a gloved hand or the hand of a young girl; kiss the hand only of a married woman, and do so only indoors…”

I do like to witness romance, I’d like to think we all do. I don’t think PDA is ever appropriate, but I do think gallantry and manners and unhurried conversations are probably going to get young guns further with a woman than cheering the on-line Victoria Secret fashion show, blaring hip-hop music, and too many Jell-O shots.

I’m looking forward to reading more, as this article was an excerpt of a book by New York Times’ Paris bureau chief Elaine Sciolino.Oh how I love reading such books on my iPhone and iPad! The article was a nice steamy escape for me, but I think it might hold some value to men as well. In business and in love, seduction serves on so many levels, flirting, wooing, charming, and influencing, all toward reaching an understanding.

How could you not exclaim, “Oui! Oui!”?

By lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

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