The night I met her; she kissed me about 6 times. Twice on my lips, once on my neck, and a few times on my cheek. The second time, she tried to stick her tongue in my mouth, but my mouth was closed, and her tongue hit my lips. When that happened, I didn't think I was some bad motherfucker, I just chalked it up to her being drunk and leaving me with a cool story to tell. Later on, I found out she had some mental issues. My band leader asked me about kissing on her while my wife was there, and I was like, "Muhfucka, I'm not kissing on her! She's kissing me! She's drunk, dude!"