Today, we got lost in St. Pancras kind of. We were on the way to see Harry Potter and friends, but we got lost and only saw drug addicts - unfortunately not Amy Winehouse.
But we also saw a lot of couples. And while for some reason American couples who drool over each other nauseate me, my new favorite obsession is the English couple. This is creepy, because I have a staring problem. But they are just so so affectionate, and while sometimes it borders on nasty PDA, usually they just seem really considerate of each other.
For instance, the middle-aged couple on the Overground to work the other day who read the same paper together and was giggling. Then the man got off the train (presumably to go to work), they pecked each other goodbye, and the woman sat there glowing until we made eye contact.
Or even the twenty-something couple who was tactlessly making out in the Starbucks without rubbish bins (i.e. trash cans). Somehow, it was completely acceptable (until we made eye contact). So was the couple making out on the escalator, one on one step, one on the next. And so were the man and American woman who were on our Tube who were talking about how they hated slow-walkers (they hold a special place in my heart since I, too, hate slow walkers).
Gag me, I know, I’ll try to be less ridiculous from now on. But I just saw “Enchanted” and I’m seeing Romeo and Juliet the ballet next week, so I can’t make any promises.
I’ll leave you with the least disgusting Craigslisting I’ve ever found. And, I believe in Amy and Blake. True love ‘08!
