For reasons of familial salutation and goodbye-- I stress the exclusionary nature of said reasons to discourage the descent into thoughts of incest of the perverted minds among you-- my kin have always offered pursed lips to cheek. We kiss. Hug and kiss. I have refrained from extending this behavior to my friends and new acquaintances. That is, until now. Over the last few weeks I have found myself offering, along with my farewell, a quick peck on the cheek. So apparently this makes me officially gay. In addition to the ten years of overwhelming evidence to support that fact, this kissy-face behavior seals the deal.
And I blame Oliver, who gives me drunken-mouth molestations every time we pass at our mutual weekend hangout. Oliver, you have made me gay.