What happens to Ruby when she has a long car ride to think
I was talking to a friend last night about a party she went to on Saturday.
There was dancing. There was grinding. She was there by herself, and went home by herself. The going home alone part was fine; she was definitely not trying to score there (she said...).
But what we got to talking about was how it felt watching all of these people, resplendent in their PDA. She thought, *sigh* "To have someone to publicly display affection with..."
But there was a sort of cognitive dissonance between how much fun it looked like to be all horny and smashed up against another person, and her knowledge of how much fun it actually is to be in that situation.
Fun, sure, but not quite as much fun as it looked like.
So what is it that makes other people's love look so good?
If that's too abstract and random, then just laugh at this funny dinosaur cartoon.
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I don't know for sure how all of that bumping and grinding can morph into PDA in a romantic sense, because I am usually repulsed by the behavior when it get's to the point where you want to yell out, "get a room!" However, when you're single and lonely, I think public displays of acohol-induced salaciousness can easily be mistaken for "love."
Posted on January 28, 2008 3:00 PM
I'm not trying to say that rubbing your sweaty skin on somebody else's at a club constitutes love. But when you see people displaying their affection, it makes you think about affection.
I guess the question I was really trying to ask is: is your imagination always better than the real thing?
My answer is yes. Even when the real thing is great, you still imagine that something better could exist. Just look at those Ralph Lauren perfume ads.
Posted on January 28, 2008 3:30 PM