honky cracker: News, Notes, and Morning Survey I don't know what exactly has been going on around here, but I don't like it. Apparently it's Make Out with Your Kids Week here in the fair city of Boston. Three times in the past week have witnessed parents making out with their child while riding the T. No. Seriously. I'm not talking about a little hug and a peck on the cheek. I'm talking nuzzling, continued neck-kissing, the works. Now don't get me wrong. I like kids. And I love making out. But that's it. Never the twain shall meet. I wish I were exaggerating. I wish I were making this up. But I'm not. Last Friday I was standing behind what looked to me like a couple making out - except that one of them was really, really short. So I go in for a better look, and sure enough it's a man, roughly in his mid-thirties, nuzzling his head against what appeared to be his ten-year-old-ish son's neck, and kissing it. Neck kissing. For an extended period of time. The kind of thing you do when you're out with you're out on the beach at sunset with... well, with someone who's not your kid! I saw the same thing yesterday. On my way into work, some guy was standing with what appeared to be his young son, running his fingers through the boy's hair, nuzzling, neck kissing... the works. Apparently it's not just the fathers and sons, either. This morning I saw a woman lift what appeared to be her daughter out of the seat she was sitting in, steal the sit, plunk the kid in her lap, and start neck kissing her. (What is with the neck kissing?) Like I said, I wish I were making this up. I wish I were exaggerating. I'm not saying I think there's anything wrong with being affectionate towards your children. Kids need affection. It's nice. But I thought this was a bit much.
Now that I got that out of my system... here's a little survey for any of you who'd feel like taking part What's the dumbest/silliest/most embarrassing thing you've ever done to win someone's affection? I'll tell you mine. I was 14. It's a rough age, really. I crushed HARD when I was that age. Wicked hard. And I was crushin' on this 22-year-old piano player that I knew. (If course, I ignored the fact that she was 22 and I was 14. Of course it would work. Age is just a number, right?) I don't know what I was thinking. I went up to Quebec City one weekend, and I ended up spending all my money on a ring. No, I wasn't going to propose or anything. I just thought I'd get her a ring. Why not? So I did. Well, that threw her for a loop. She didn't really know what to say or do or what have you. But she took it. You'd think most people wouldn't accept it. But she did. That counts for something, right? Okay, that was pretty lame. But I have a better one, which I'm saving for later. That one involves vodka, marriage proposals, and breasts.
