Oh Sweet Love
I'm not sure this story is appropriate for the forum, if not feel free to remove or moderate it. I wanted to share it,because in my twisted little mind, it was dang funny.
In the past I have come across little leftovers of lovemaking... on the beach, in the woods, on elevators (huh?). Not surprising, I'm all for making love not war, but could ya pick up after yourselves.
I've run across a young Italian couple making sweet (and athletic) amore in the woods near a Roman bridge in Umbria.
I've had a flasher show me his howitzer on a busy street. *side note here, when you see a flasher, if you point enthusiastically and yell loudly, "that looks like a penis only smaller" the flasher will not be your new best friend. I have smart a$$ issues.
This one takes the cake though. Earlier today as I'm leaving the local supermarket, I notice a man standing by a car waving his arms. I think he is assaulting the woman sitting in the car, so I watch and get ready to dial 911. Slowly it all becomes clear. He is not in a violent mood, but rather a romantic one. He is standing inside of the door on the passenger side and his lady friend is doing him a favor of the oral sort. Oh God the romance of it. The freaking grocery store parking lot. This man had best come up with something better for Valentines Day, or I'm thinking his future trips to the store will be solo.... not that there is anything wrong with that. So, now you have the true story of how I spend my days. Not chasing a buck, but as a voyeur of the highest order. Moving from parking lot to parking lot.
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Sinead Lohan
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