Kissing is so weird: we’re literally testing each other out to see if there’s a fit, trying on genes as if they’re jeans. Exchanging the chemicals in our saliva, swapping bacteria, stimulating oxytocin and dopamine to make us bond, and all so that we can eventually mate with the ultimate productivity and produce the offspring most likely to survive and it’s supposed to be sexy and romantic and sometimes it is, but right now, watching from a distance with my brain locked at the back of my head, it just feels like one of the weirdest things humans have chosen to do.
