PDAs vs The Unkempt Mullet

 

Love is a beautiful thing. When you've been there, you're pretty eager on a subconscious level to get back there at some point. When you're not there, you appreciate seeing it in other people; the warmth they emit together, the sentences they make about & finish for each other, the attentiveness. When you want to be there, it's because you carry the nostalgic utopian image of what those brief moments felt like, typically choosing to repress all the neurosis and angst.

Then you have lust; uncontrollable passion, usually unleashed in saliva loaded, primitive physicality.
A scream that you just can't keep in.

PDAs tick the latter box. They are bold, they are passionate, they are excruciating for everyone in the vicinity to that "electric chemistry". It's not bitterness, it's just not wanting to be subjected to an impromptu Reversed Cowgirl on the underground network. At no point was I warned before those doors closed that I might have stumbled into a raunchy hot box with no escape routes, forced to be involved, along with an equally awkward clutter of commuters, in what appears to be a first swingers party for all of us. Lucky us.

So, why are PDAs like the unkempt mullet?

Well...

• They come out of nowhere without giving you a chance to avert your gaze before your retinas take a good scalding

• They are incredibly clumsy (far from the black & white film still chosen to front this post)

• They're pretty intense - not quiet, not discrete, all elbows

• They affect your facial expression pretty impressively

• They're premeditated - passionate and impromptu, but you don't spontaneously act on the "I'm going to recreate that scene out of that Ridley Scott film with the other half" at the height of tube congestion on a Friday evening - you are just one of those people