Good luck with the interview, Jesse.

I should be going to bed, too. I've got an early wake-up call in the form of a 10 month old.

Did he never hang out with a pet?

Okay, this is a bigger ew for me. No mouth to mouth with animals. I realise I was raised in a culture where it was scared out of us (You'll catch mumps!), but even though I quickly realised that they were lying -- it was too late for me to be remotely comfortable.

I do do non sexual kissing, but I also do non sexual Frenching. Never with family, though. They just get kisses on cheeks. However, I do non sexual groping with (same sex) family too.

Cashmere! There was a thing on teevee this morning, Debra Messing was talking about teaching her 9 month old sign language, and how it's cut down on crying and such because he can sort of talk to them, now. They specifically mentioned the signs for "milk" and "more" (as in Cheerios).

The only reason that I'm pretty sure I don't kiss babies on the mouth is just that their mouths are so tiny, and mine is so big by comparison -- if I aimed for their mouth, I'd get the whole bottom half of their face. It's much easier to aim for their plump little cheeks or nibble on their baby toes.

With my family -- aunts, uncles, Mom, Dad -- we hug and then do a peck on the cheek that sometimes falls close to the mouth, but never on it. My stepdad and I started hugging just in the past year or so (and he's been around for 15 years), but his family isn't physically affectionate at all. And my bro and I only started hugging when he moved away. No bro-sis kissing though, not even on the cheek. Verboten.

I also do non sexual Frenching

In what way is this possible?

Also? Kissyface with dogs who lick leads to an oddly inappropriate relationship. You will inevitably get licked on the mouth.

In what way is this possible?

You just have to have no interest in having sex with the person, and vice versa. It is very familiar behaviour, and there are only a couple people out there that fall into that comfort zone (half of them are gay men, unsurprisingly), but there's no lust there at all, on either side.

I don't let dogs lick my face. It's icky. But when I go to a friend's house, her cat and I greet by touching noses.

Good luck, Jesse! I'll trust you about the groom.

I still sleep in giant t-shirts when I'm at home. Of course, my absolute favorite sleep t-shirt was an absolutely hideous one that was a gag gift at my parents' wedding. It had giant orange and mustard horizontal stripes on it, and it was probably the softest thing I've ever slept in in my life. As the years went on, however, it got holes in it. It was never x-rated, but there were definite holes in it. Yet it was still the softest thing EVER. And then I came home one day, and my mom had thrown it out, because she couldn't take it anymore. She said I looked worse than homeless in it. Which was so unfair. Since I wore it at night, when it was dark, and my eyes were closed. So who cared what it looked like?

I still sleep in big tshirts, and I don't care. It gives me a reason to keep all these jackass shirts that say something on them that I like.

And my cat likes to rub noses, and I simultaneously kind of like it and am kind of creeped out by it. But no kissing!

Crap, Debra Messing is on Letterman tonight. Do I need to wait for the clip, for research purposes?