Just remembered a funny story... 

In the early days of my wife and I living together (in a one room apartment with 18m² space), she used to put on lipstick in the morning and began to smack a few tissues, so that each one had her lipstick stain on it perfectly printed.

The tissues she handed to me to get over the day... to consume each kiss as needed.

Then one day we were out of tissues in the morning... so she put on her lipstick and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I kept the mark the whole day. 

Quite funny the reactions in the subway on my way to work, while it was still fresh and shiny... 

Other men staring at me, more at the lipstick on my cheek. I was smiling broadly, and well only one guy got around pointing at it telling me that "excuse me, but you have a *point hint hint point* you know?" ...

Then I told him why, that I usually get a box of those from my wife to use as needed at work over the day... but today a single fresh one needed to do the trick, because the tissues were empty where she normally put them onto.

Needles to say, the good man was speechless, and I still smiling like a mad man.