I’m not sure if it’s just me being a jealous singleton or if PDA’s (public displays of affection, straight, gay or otherwise) make me feel bad about myself.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Vauxhall waiting for a potential date (shag?) to confirm meeting up, and just watched this woman come in and give her boyfriend (presumably) a huge, deep, LONG kiss for everyone to see. There was definite heat in that kiss.
A part if me feels like I should be happy they have love and affection in their lives. That they’ve found each other, be it for life or a night.
But instead I’m sitting here wondering why I don’t have that passion in my own life? Where’s my other half? Why haven’t I met him yet?
And how much damn longer do I have to wait before he FINALLY shows up?? 😉
I know. I know.. Love comes to those who wait, or aren’t looking for it, or when you least expect it.. Or some other saying people usually say to me when I start moaning about being single. Again.
The funny thing is there are other times when I see something similar to today’s PDA and I’ll go ‘Aaaahhhh, how sweet’, and get all gooey inside.
Love, affection and passion are amazing things, gifts to share really, and should be treasured when you have them in your life. It’s beautiful to see two people (or three, if that’s your thing lol) show such amazing affection for each other.
Just try to keep the tongue action down to a minimum in public ok? 😉