In my neck of the woods (NJ), we start romancing people at the clubs with our swiveling hips and shimmying booties, and then seal the deal at the 24-hour diners, over plates of mozzarella sticks and gravy fries, with Madonna songs playing on the jukebox.
Then we spend a bit of time playing tonsil hockey in the parking lot before heading home.
To ensure that I’m not tasting your last meal as our tongues dance the tango, why not keep a pack of these cotton candy-flavored toothpicks handy. That way, your kisses will taste oh-so-sweet.
[$4, Fred Flare]