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As American as apple pie: the makeout session

Posted by Karyn Polewaczyk  February 14, 2013 03:37 PM

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Yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day. But let’s cut through the sugar coating, shall we? Sometimes—often—our paths to find The One diverge, and a road trip is in order. And by that, I mean partaking in a good, old-fashioned, American makeout session, which, in my opinion, is among the purest and most enjoyable of carnal pursuits.

But you’re not in a relationship, you say. So what? And you’re not casually dating, and didn't even have a Valentine this year, to boot. Shrug. That doesn’t matter, either. At the risk of sounding like what my high school Latin teacher would call a “floozy,” there are plenty of willing participants out there—in bars, lounges, and other places chock full of dark corners—just waiting for you and your luscious lips to show up. Shake off the idea whether it’s for five minutes or forever—this is about spontaneity! fun! Mr. and Ms. Right Now!—and read on for my favorite places to makeout in the city.

Good Life
28 Kingston Street, Financial District
Bypass the upstairs and head straight for the basement. Between loud music thumping out of the speakers and the heat from hundreds of bodies packed into a small space, it's a breeding ground for romantic encounters, and reminds me of the basements of my adolescence, minus awkward games of Spin The Bottle. Grab a shot of liquid courage if you must—I’ve found that literally tossing myself against the crowd to get to the bar works well if it’s packed, which it often is—and grab your temporary S/O and hunker down in a plush vinyl booth.

Lucky's Lounge
355 Congress Street, Fort Point Channel
Lucky’s Lounge is also a basement of sorts, if you think about it, and maybe that’s why it’s so sexy. Or maybe I just have a thing for basements. In any event, the slight cheesiness of its decor—more vinyl booths, a faux fireplace, an awkwardly-positioned stage—is evened out by an ambiance that makes it seem like anything is possible, and exacerbated by the fact that the bartenders pour their drinks on the stronger side. Also worth noting: Lucky’s is situated at the end of A Street, which feels like an alley, and what’s hotter than making out in an alley? (Cue awkward silence, crickets chirping)

451 Washington Street, Somerville
Dali is somewhat off the beaten path, and totally worth the trip. (Plus, a cab ride can heighten the anticipation, am I right?) Admittedly, it’s a go-to date spot of mine—it’s dark, it’s romantic, it’s delicious—and it’s a restaurant, not a bar. But it’s hard to find a place that serves sangria on tap, and even harder to find a place where the servers won’t rush you out of your table even when there’s a long wait at the door. Plus, everything is served with a wink and a nod—their staff knows what’s up.

Noir at the Charles Hotel
1 Bennett Street, Harvard Square
A hotel bar, to a degree, sets the scene for impulsive moves—like being tipped back into a passionate kiss and coming up for air only to swill from a martini glass before dipping back down again. Noir definitely has a retro je nais se quois that makes those kind of movie-star kisses possible, plus tasty snacks if you’re in the mood to hand-feed the handsome stranger sitting across from you. Even their cocktail names, like “Dark Passage” and “Red Light," seem to inspire a bit of naughtiness in the most unassuming of patrons. Meow.

Enormous Room (R.I.P.)
567 Mass Ave, Central Square
“Hey, wait a minute!” you might think as you scratch your head. “Isn’t Enormous Room no more? Finit? Caput?” Sadly, yes: Enormous Room closed its doors in late 2011 and reopened as Brick & Mortar—which, in its own right, is great. But Enormous Room, with its teak furniture, Persian rugs and shady restrooms, was so cool, it was hot—and that’s why I’m throwing up a posthumous peace sign to one of my formerly favorite places to makeout in Greater Boston; particularly, while pressed against the sink in one of those very restrooms.

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Karyn Polewaczyk lives and writes in Boston, and believes that heading out into that good night, like any adventure, begins with the first step. Let's Go Out is a conversation about dating and nightlife in our notoriously chilly city, with first-hand tips from the trenches. Karyn's writing, which focuses largely on women's lifestyle topics, has appeared in the Weekly Dig, Jezebel, xoJane, Northshore Magazine and, among others. Follow her on Twitter at @KarynPolewaczyk.

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