young loveOf course I have noticed young love before. There is nothing more beautiful, wonderful and alluring as noticing a young couple exhibiting their feely, touchy, public exchange of saliva type of performance in the street. The incessant need for hand holding and the accompanying ‘yes, please take me now’ eye contact that would have had Barbara Cartland racing back to her castle to pen yet another trashy romance novel for Mills & Boon.

What I hadn’t noticed before though, was the reaction of the people who were also noticing the same exhibition of young love as I was witnessing. Here was an even greater palette of expressions that you would not want to be seen in public wearing on your face. From the clucky look that women only normally reserve for confrontations with new born babies minus the aahhingh, gaaing and gitchy, gitchy gooing of course associated with this silly expression, to looks of rabid lust on old men’s faces that instantly gives away their wish that life had been more opportunistic for them.

Then there are the looks of horrid distain from the skyward projecting noses of old spinsters whose time never came. And now never will. Wearing the mouths of someone who had recently sucked on a lemon or had been the leading lady in an Aesop’s Sour Grapes production. Then there are the looks of jealousy from the young ones who either haven’t quite reached their prime or are yet to find their mate whose saliva matches the chemical need of their brain to confirm that they have found their lifetime soulmate. There are also naturally looks of indispersed apathy, ignorance, tongue dropping and blind green envy.

The most noticeable look though was one of knowing, experience and ‘Oh my god, been there, done that!’ Of a time in the future when the rose petals die and you are left with only brown thorny sticks. When technicolor turns so quickly to black and white. When lust must learn to become real love very quickly, or there is the danger that the fire will get extinguished in painful microseconds. Is there anything more beautiful than young love? Yes. When just rarely, if you are very lucky and extremely observant, you see an elderly couple still holding hands, still with that unmistakable eye contact, still in love after all the hard years life has dealt them, on the very same street corner.

Young Love. Aaawww!
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  • 31/12/2009 at 8:23 pm
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    When lust must learn to become real love very quickly, or there is the danger that the fire will get extinguished in painful microseconds.

    Have you tried using a lube? :p

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