Yesterday I was driving around town behind this Jeep. When we stopped at a stoplight I saw the driver (a man), turn to the passenger (a women), whip off his sunglasses, and start kissing her.
I chuckled a little to myself and reminisced about when I was unwed and my boyfriend and I at whatever time would engage in such activities. We were so twitter-pated that we couldn't bear to not be kissing at any moment that kissing while stopped at a stoplight was a thing.
Lewis as my boyfriend was no exception. Man oh man, we loved the kissing. When I think about that time in my life it seems so... so...
How did we do it? Don't get me wrong, I love me some kissing, especially when it comes to Lewis, but how on earth did we do it? Lewis and I dated for nine months before we got married. Nine months! If you've ever been pregnant, you know that that is a long time. And I know that we kissed lots throughout that time. How did we kiss so frequently for such a long period of time? Do people who date even longer than nine months kiss like that the whole time? How do they not drop dead?
I hope it works out for that couple. I really do. And I hope that four years from now they will see a couple in a car in front of them kissing at a stop light and I hope they feel the same wave of nostalgia and exhaustion that I did yesterday. Bless them. Bless all the single college kids and teenagers who are so thrilled about their relationship status that stoplight kissing is simply a given. Bless their precious little hearts.