I aptly named this blog post after a Bombay Bicycle Club song simply because i couldn’t think of a name, plus it sort of links to the meaning of this post.
So I’m going to set the scene and explain to you wonderful people why I got so annoyed on my journey to work the other day.
So it’s Friday evening and I’m on my way into work for a double shift – so its about 4.30pm. As I’m strolling to the northern line platform in King’s Cross, I see, what has to be, the cutest gay, interracial couple ever – one was a shortish Asian man with an up-do and subtle but incredible fashion sense, and the other a tall white male with a beard that was just, hands up, the best beard of the month for me (It wasn’t necessary to describe them in that much detail but I thought they matched well and they had that cute height thing going on).
So they’re minding their own business as they go to their desired platform, but every now and again some people were just throwing them disgusted looks. Now i could understand if they were playing a few rounds of tonsil tennis – because PDA in straight or gay couples is just nasty, I mean I know you love each other but I don’t care that much – but they were simply holding hands and the occasional endearing look, like one was making sure he hadn’t lost the other.
After about 5 minutes I got very frustrated that they couldn’t actually look happy in public with each other without some random person getting offended. But then I realised, they didn’t give one flying fuck about what the people were saying or how they were looking – they had each other and that was all that mattered. So I smiled and every now and again if someone was starring at then disgustedly I would swipe a lil’ dirty look their way like seriously mate mind your own before I mind it for you.
To be honest I didn’t think anyone should have a problem with them being subtly coupley because, I’m going to be crude, it’s not like they’re fucking in front of you, or forcing you to stare at them hold hands. It’s petty if you look for reasons to hate them, but oh well. I thought they were cute, and I was honestly jealous – I have never had, or had a friend who has had anything that romantically innocent before.