Anyway, she was complaining about the passionate kiss scenes and how they aren't nearly as romantic as the books would lead you to believe. This led to a hysterical account of her husband attempting such a kiss, complete with the spit count and how it was similar to her basset hound's kisses. I was crying!
Now we all know there are many different types of kisses; from the chaste peck on the cheek, to the soft meeting of lips, to the lip-locked, soul-surrendering passionate types. To me they all have merit, and when writing they can each create a different connection or mood. I don't think any one is better than the other, but I do love me an intense snog session with the Big Guy most of all.
To each her own, I guess!