This is actually my grandparents. In a serious liplock. Like it isn’t even the 1950s.
There’s a special thrill in getting into someone’s pants for the first time. It’s like going to a wild ‘n crazy party every single night: For a while it’s a blast, but then you gradually come to realize that the exact same people are there each time and that they’re just drunk and wearing funny hats.*
You know, they say marriage kills and buries the romance dead. Maybe that’s true. Maybe that’s true if you don’t work at it. Yeah, romance is work. I said it. All good things require effort, after all.
Homework assignment: Find a person of your choice and make out with them like you mean it.**
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* Yeah, I don’t know where I was going with that metaphor either.
** I cannot be held responsible if it goes any farther than this.
amen! We definitely have some pictures of my grandparents in similar fashion. Last I checked love is a verb, an action word. It only dies in marriage if you let it. Getting married should be just the beginning. When you get married and become a husband or wife, you get the title but you have no idea what that role really means. You have to grow into it over time.
When I lived with my mom she enforced this policy: Homework must be completed before dinner is on the table. I think I’m going to start enforcing that rule in my home.
As soon as the fiance gets home, I’m going to have to tell him whats up.
Couldn’t agree more. “the thrill of getting in someone’s pants for the 1st time” — fucking hilarious and so fucking true. and goodgod anyone who says romance isn’t work can shampoo my crotch.
Yes, I agree. And I love that photo. Your Grandparent rock 🙂
This is what I hope we still look like in 30 years.
Holy cow! Look at your grandparents go!
I think this is a reminder to everyone that even when things get rough and you get overwhelmed to make sure you remember making out is part of the fun of a relationship. It keeps things alive!
What an awesome photo. You should recreate it and hang on to a copy for your grandkids.
damn. that’s hot.
no way!!! i love it!