I am nearly 50 years old this November. All of my life I compare special milestones in my life to the moment of my first kiss. Did I mention my first kiss was at age 15 with my mother peering through the window, and it occurred not on my lips but on my cheek? Who cares? It was mine! It was my kiss! Never to be repeated as first. It was a kiss provided by David Grayson after watching Star Wars and ice cream. He presented me with a huge white teddy bear with a pink bow........and then that kiss! Really quick, nervous, and to most non descript. But to my 15 year old self it was eureka!
All my life I compare moments of truth to that that first kiss. I try to no avail at times to duplicate that jubilation but I try.
So in my maturing self, all special romantic moments must at least measure up to the David Grayson kiss on the cheek. That's the bar. Did this experience compare to my first kiss (which I told the world was on the lips) on the cheek!?
It has worked well for me. I am constantly trying to recreate that first feeling of exhilaration. It is not too much to ask or too much to live up to. SMOOCHES! On the lips that is.
He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not! The more in the moment you become, it is easier to believe he loves you.
But you must present yourself loveable.