I’ll be the first to admit that I am an incurable people watcher. I’m especially fond of folks at the extremed ends of life: the three year old who performs plies in her pink tennis shoes, tutu, and Minnesota Vikings t-shirt; the two 80+ year old gentlemen engaged in an intense conversation about a woman they both remembered from decades earlier.
I enjoy seeing both young and old couples who listen to one another with intensity. Their smiles and their laughter are testimony to how much they enjoy each other’s company.
Everything about his body language said he was crazy about her. His hands on her cheeks (both face and bottom). His arms around her waste (slowly moving up and under her shirt). An embrace worthy of the Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr shore line love scene in “From Here to Eternity.”
Years of teaching teenagers have inured me to passionate behavior in public places.
But this was different.
First of all, he looked to be in his mid-twenties. Secondly, unlike those hormone-laden teens, he was well aware of people watching him.
But the biggest difference was her reaction. Everything in her body posture related discomfiture. Tense posture, arms held tightly to her chest…so why did she let this go on for twenty minutes?
There’s a story here. It makes me wish I were a fiction writer.