I found myself in a rush recently, which is not like me.  Well, I went on a date a couple weeks ago; I thought it went really well, at the end of the night he kissed me on the cheek.   It was the perfect end to a great first date.  Second date, again great date, felt more comfortable but at the end of the night he kissed me on the cheek… again.  I don’t know why, but this time it bothered me.  I didn’t necessarily want him to stick his tongue down my throat, but maybe a kiss on the lips would have been nice.  I left feeling unsure… why? Maybe because I had never gone on a second date without getting a kiss, in fact I don’t usually go one date without one… Well he finally kissed me – and I say finally because that’s how I felt at the time, when really it was only our third meeting – but I digress, he kissed me, it was perfect, I swear it made my knees buckle.  It was worth the ‘wait’; in fact I would have waiting longer had I known it would be so intoxicating. 
So what was it that made me feel so rushed?
I’m looking for answers to this one…