Oh I go walkin'...

...after midnight, out in the starlight just like we used to do.

If you can name that musician I owe you one huge high five. And if you like that artist, or grew up liking that artist, or even grew up listening to that artists, I owe you a beer with that high-five.

Anyway, the other day I was walking home from campus when I stumbled upon (or rather, spotted from 2 blocks away) a young man and woman locked in sweet embrace. This embrace included smushy, slobbery, drippy lips smashed up against each other, breasts to chest, hips to hips, and hands rubbing each others' bodies. Well, 2 bocks after I first spotted the couple I reached the most public display of affection. The excitedness seemed not to have worn off, they were going full-bore for each others' tonsils, and I think they may not have noticed that they were standing right in front of the playground at the elementary school.

I can only imagine what was going through the minds of the children: "Eww! They're kissing!" or "Teacher, is that how babies are made?" or "God Damnit, MOM, DAD, Break it up!!!"

I kiss in public. I'm in love. But Stephen and I don't play tonsil hockey in the middle of a very public walkway! I actually had to step off the sidewalk, onto the grass, just to get around these idiots (all the while gagging to myself). And as I walked away I hoped that either this couple just found out that all that suck-face somehow resulted in a fertilized embryo and they were so excited that their future child would someday attend that elementary school, or that he just proposed in marriage. Either way, they won't be receiving a letter of congratulations from me.

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