On romance

On our afternoon constitutional with the dog, I spotted them.

They sat by the manmade “lake” at the park’s center, on a industrial-style bench of caged rocks that juts into the water. They faced each other, skinny jean-ed legs draped in intersecting Vs, and leaned in to exchange light, sweet kisses under a teal umbrella. The scene was equal parts hipster and old Hollywood, and it was wildly touching.

I turned to the hubs and grazed his arm.

Me: I want to kiss you under an umbrella.

Him: … [scowl] murrrr

And so we walked on.

What are the odds I’ll get an umbrella as an anniversary present?


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