For the Lack of Tongue

Let's just put this out there first and foremost....

I enjoy kissing. Very much. I enjoy the feel of lips on lips and tongues exploring mouths and the taste of spit intermingling. I like soft kisses with no moisture and I like mashing lips together so hard with a tongue down the throat. I like it all. And I like variety. Maybe not so hygenic and pretty to think about, but I don't think it should be.

True kissing, especially with a boyfriend/serious significant other, should have tongue. Period.

There's no "I'm not really into tongue." or "I don't like if it gets messy." It's gonna get messy sometimes, especially when it's passionate. One of our bodies natural responses to sexual arousal is an increase in salivary gland output. So we should put that to good use.

So...

The next guy I date has to be a good kisser. I believe that I'm making that a new criteria. Which would put ex-Surfer Dude out of the running for any possible future dating action.
Which actually might take some pressure of me.

Which leads me to...

I made out with this guy the other night. I will call him Mr. X. I will not explain how I know Mr. X, except to say that the other night was not the first time. In fact, it is the third time in a few months that such a thing has happened.

1. I was really drunk. Like so drunk we made out in a parking lot and I ended up passing out in my car. Like only the 3rd time in my life (the other two being New Years) that I've ever blacked out even somewhat.

2. I was still drunk, but not nearly as much so and I brought him home. We made out, fooled around, and he was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. He left some marks on me; partly my fault because I'm easily bruised, but partly his because he chose inopportune spots to roughly kiss.

3. We were both a bit less drunk again and he came over to my new apartment. We went to bed, fooled around, had some laughs and some fun, and both slept for the rest of the morning. When I awoke I was surprised to find some new - although a little less conspicuous - marks, and ended up leaving him asleep in my bed while I trotted off to class.

My point in this whole thing is that Mr. X, rather unfortunately, is a good kisser. No, not just a good kisser. A great kisser. The first time I thought so, the second time I thought not, but this third one has definitely reintroduced me to the power of a good kiss.

Mr. DD was not a good kisser. He wasn't a fan of any tongue being involved in the kiss and therefore it lacked passion.
Ex-Surfer Dude did not lack passion, but still lacked tongue. I dated this guy for almost 2 years and I can count the number of times we touched tongues on both of my hands.

Am I wrong to want some tongue? Is tongue not in style anymore? I used to find plenty of tongue, along with plenty of people that really liked my kissing style. So i'm a little confused to why the last two boyfriends haven't liked it at all.

And of course there's Mr. X, who I should not even be attracted to by any means for so many different reasons, that I am wildly attracted to. Mostly because he kisses me with tongue. And because he laughs when I'm silly.

Oh crap what the hell am I getting into.