So, I remembered a cute story of the beginning of "Brady and Laura." If you are bitter towards sappy love memoirs, exit screen now... but stay tuned if you like to make fun of Brady.
First of all, Brady and I dated for almost 3 months before he ever kissed me. You may think this makes him a wimp, but really I wouldn't let him. My face was always far, far and away on purpose. I didn't know if I really liked him yet, and didn't want to lead him on... but wanted to make sure he knew I was still interested so I kept saying "yes" to the dates.
(Note: This is not typical for ladies to really mean this. They are usually looking for free dinner or don't know how to let you down. Just because you read this post, don't think that that hot girl you keep asking out who keeps saying yes but doesn't act like she likes you, will marry you someday. I would hate to encourage that kind of behavior. It is creepy.)
Anyhooters, (that's from my sister), the first time Brady kissed me I had reached a point of,

"Well, he will kiss me and I will really like it... and like him more... or he will kiss me and be TERRIBLE at it and it will be the biggest turn off and at least I will know to tell him bye-bye."
So it happened, the big smooch, and surprise, surprise... he was REALLY good!!!
(Sorry to siblings, cousins, parents, guy friends, whoever that just got this "gross" piece of information.)
After a moment of the lip-lock Brady pulled away, his eyes still closed and said, quite loudly,
"WOW."
And went back in for another.
A moment later as I was reflecting on the magical moment, I commented something like,
"So I was that good of a kisser huh? You had to say 'Wow?' "
And his response was,
"Huh?"
He had no idea or recollection that he had stated this triumphant elation at all, or out loud.
Sometimes it is nice to reflect times like those, when he made me feel like a super-model.
(Sometimes, he still does.)