Gettin’ Hot and Sweaty, While You’re Hot and Sweaty
Just a quick note:
If you’re in love, or in lust, good for you. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of PDA, but I’m not really against it either. It’s your life, do what you want, as long as you’re not hurting any one, go for it. But, let me just say one thing. Summer in New York City is a double edged sword. There are tons of pretty girls in not a lot of clothes, but dear lord, the heat. The never ending heat. And it’s not a dry heat. It’s a hot, wet, stanky heat. When you go into a subway station it’s like being blasted in the face with Satan’s flatulence. On a daily basis you can see someone sweat through their suit. It’s awful. Honestly, who ever came up with, perfected, or I’ll just be honest, anyone who had a hand in creating air-conditioning, I want to kiss you full on the mouth. I will buy you beautiful things, perhaps even name my children after you. Thus, is my appreciation for what you’ve contributed to society.
Now, to get to the topic at hand. People generate heat. PDA almost necessitates two people being in close proximity, almost always touching. In short, PDA almost always generates more heat. In addition to the already disgusting levels of general stickiness to your skin, you are now adding more sticky to the already near unacceptable levels of stickiness. PDA outside, in the summer, in New York City? I get it, there’s a mental fantasy that exists somewhere in your mind where there is a base lust and you don’t care how nasty it is, but this isn’t a fantasy, we’re in reality. PDA in the outdoors? Sure, go for it, but I’m pretty sure it’s not a pleasant experience for anyone.
Now once you’re inside with some air conditioning going?