I have a bone to pick and I’m not proud of it.
But I’m gonna bitch about it anyway.
I have a friend, who will remain nameless, but who posts pics of kisses with their partner to Facebook ALL THE TIME.
Now I’m SUPER happy they’re happy.
And I’m SUPER sure that they’re madly in love.
But do I really need to be reminded of this EVERY TIME I DROP INTO THEIR PAGE TO SEE WHAT IS GOING ON?
The answer, my friends, is no.
And it’s not just because I don’t have a love story of my own right now.
I too, have pictures of me sucking face with men.
Although not as many as you’d think an exhibitionist like myself would have.
I get it.
You’re in LOVE with a capital L-O-V-E and you want everyone to know.
So yes, I’m being a Scrooge about love and a Grinch about couples, but I just need to take a moment to say ONE THING:
What do YOU think?
I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately, and how we express it.
I love a man who holds a woman’s hand in public. The other day I saw an older couple holding hands in the park and it made me pause in my mental stream just to admire their affection for each other.
Or even an arm around her shoulders is nice. Plenty of love flowing when he’s got an arm draped over her and is pulling her in close.
I suppose you could say I like PDAs, or rather I’m a fan of the emotion that leads to the spontaneity of a PDA. When someone succumbs to a feeling of love or lust or both and reaches out to touch their partner in a special way – hand holding, arm around the shoulders, kiss, hug, etc. – I just get a little weak in the knees.
But my favorite sign of affection is the “just because” gift. The surprise takeout meal he brought home because he knew you’d be tired and not want to cook. The card he left for you on your windshield. Just because.
I once had a boyfriend come over my house and wash my car for me. Just because it needed it. SUPER great surprise, btw. As I recall I thanked him most thoroughly.
I had a boyfriend once copy the entire e.e. cummings poem ‘i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)’ poem into an ENORMOUS card he crafted for me out of posterboard. I cherish that card as much as I cherish the notes and papers my boys have given me over the years.
I think romance however, isn’t about getting the big things right. It’s about not missing the little opportunities to show that you care.
So throw out your old bills. Save your old love letters. Hold someone’s hand. Make someone know how special they are to you.