How Intimate Is Intimate?
Eating and I don’t go together very well. Not that I don’t LIKE to eat. In fact, I would eat all the time if I could.
Instead, I have several issues that will probably make eating more difficult as I age. That’s why I try not to eat while driving. It doesn’t feel pleasant or particularly safe to get something hung up while I’m driving 60 down the highway.
I had a more unsightly problem today. Gobbling on a pretzel, I got some pepper stuck in my teeth that I could not dislodge while driving at the same time. Lovingly, MTM reached over and expelled it for me with his finger.
That’s when I quipped, “Well, we’ve officially been together a long time when you’re doing things like THAT to me.” He laughed and reminded me of something even more intimate.
Several years ago, we were sitting in a local Starbucks calmly drinking our jacked-up beverages when we happened to notice a couple off in the corner. They seemed to be very, ahem, into each other.
At first, I thought they were merely gross public gropers. I wish that had been the case.
MTM and I both probably looked at them four or five separate times to make sure we were seeing the same thing. The couple were loving up on each other by picking each others’ faces – yes, popping zits, people. And, they seemed obscenely amused by it. They went back and forth in their public servicing of one another, to both mine and MTM’s mounting horror.
It was months before I could visit that Starbucks again, and I don’t think I sat on those upholstered chairs until they replaced them. I mean, there are some things I will happily do for MTM, but THAT will never be one of them.
