One minor incident happened during my crazy night out at Bar None. I was simply standing there watching the crowd and was immediately drawn to a beautiful young girl, probably in her early twenties or even younger. She had long flowing black rebonded (which decent girl does not these days?) hair and was in a spaggethi-strapped black top. Apart from her ceaseless wriggling in front of her boyfriend, she got seriously into these long passionate kisses with him. She had her eyes closed, totally absorbed in the moment, and her (I suppose) soft and luscious lips just seem to pull his in her mouth. I mean, really, they were going at it like the world does not exist, like the rest of the world does not mean a thing, like there was no tomorrow. I could have spent hours just watching her.
Of course it brought back a bit of nostalgia, as I remember a time when I could do that. I do not know what happened along the way, but the passionate kisses just sort of disappeared over the years. Perhaps the mind just gets bogged down by the weight of the world as one ages, perhaps you get jaded, or perhaps an experience is best savoured the first time.
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