Is it just me or does everyone get a little jealous when they see a loved up couple together?
This morning I took an adventurous early morning stroll through the park, breathing some deliciously fresh air after having been cooped up in my apartment for what feels like days.
There’s something about taking an early morning walk in a normally busy place when it feels like you have the whole city to yourself that puts me in a light, happy mood. Had it not been for the dog walkers, I would have given into temptation and skipped along the pathway, stopping every now and then to smell the flowers.
And then I catch sight of them; the happy, head-over-heels, I’m-so-in-love-I-want-the-whole-world-to-know couple. They are walking along, hand in hand, smiling, laughing, staring into each other’s eyes. They look as though they belong in a slushy romantic movie (my favourite type).
Just as I am approaching them, they stop in their tracks to kiss passionately, playing with each others tonsils, giggling, their hands roaming all over each others bodies.
And as I pass them, averting my eyes, the girl moans in an undress-me-now sort of way.
Get a room.
My mood becomes dark and heavy. I want my man. I want to be the cheesy couple walking hand in hand making puppy dog eyes, totally oblivious to the sickened individuals around us who don’t know where to look.
Ten seconds later I hear a squeal and I turn around, hoping I won’t be a witness to the lost inhibitions of loves young dream.
The girl has stepped in a mass of dog shit.
My mood lifts again as I continue my delightful stroll.