{jeremy allen}

So Jenn sometimes gets on me about being to PDA friendly… which admittedly I am, but over the past few months I have realized that I am infinitely more aware then some people…

One of the first times Jenn and I spent time together, we were at the little coffee shop minding our own business when we happened to look up and to our left only to be blinded by the horrific sight of this couple laying on each other on a couch across the room. I think they were under a coat or a blanket… my memory is sorta blurry for the simple fact that… I turned away so quickly…immediately trying to erase the horrors that I had just witnessed…

We both turned our heads back rather quickly to see that we had in fact not dreamed what we had just seen.

Almost immediately we began to scoot father away from each other to some how subconsciously counterbalance the public wrongs happening on the other side of the room…

When we got outside… We laughed…We shivered …and then we got on with our lives…

Since then the story has come up a few times as a funny thing to tell our friends as we are sipping on a beer. But just as I felt like my encounters with the “love seat” were slipping into my subconscious as an uncomfortable memory of the past… fast forward to TODAY…

I had a meeting at my favorite little spot downtown and so after my meeting, I decided to hang out longer. I’m minding my own business sipping on my coffee…reading a few blogs and jamming along to the ambient music playing over the speakers…when… all of a sudden I hear the sound of smacking coming from across the room.

For almost a half a second, I’m willing to dismiss the noise as someone really enjoying their blueberry scone. I mean I love the blueberry scones too, but then out of the corner of my eye I caught a tangled mass of bodies wiggling around in front of my very own eyes.

There were these two people sitting on a couch… well one of them was  actually sitting on the couch… and I felt like I was about to throw up….I mean it looked like a freaking slip and slide over there.

Finally after a few uncomfortable minutes of lip smacking goodness…at least for them, one of the “partners” got up and went down stairs… I sighed heavly hoping that the second partner would soon follow behind, but was was just currently in a state of overheating…sadly about 15 minutes later the clunking of heals came trotting back up the stairs…

And their love making started again… even more heavily than the first time…

I must say… when I think of PDA, this type of interaction doesn’t even really enter my mind…

Finally they compose themselves back to some sort of control and leave together, and I think to myself…When I leave today, I think I may need to tell my good friends behind the counter that the couch in question (at least by me) may need to be hosed down after they close up shop for the day…

It’s times like these that make me think…At what point do you say…

“Shoving my boyfriends tongue down my throat is an appropriate thing to do while we are here at the coffee shop”?!?

[Shivers]  Come on people…Think where you are before you decide to join the whole world, or at least a few people at a coffee shop in on your sex, not love life…

this is my triubute to the dog that is always loving, always farting, always licking, and always getting into something.