I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. It was less to do with his appearance and more the fact that he was straddling his girlfriend in public. And when I say public, I mean that strip of grass down the middle of the street.
He was sitting on her back, giving her a slow, loving massage. The two of them glimmered in the 1pm sun. It struck me that he must be pretty in love to do this. Only mad dogs and ferociously besotted couples go out in the midday sun.
When I realised this, I felt what all single people feel when they see true love. Angry. Why can't I have that? Then I was sad. I'll never be so happy ... Then I was resigned. Ah well. Guess I'll just go to the supermarket. I can't have a sun-soaked lover but I can have a sun-dried tomato.
Yes, true, not all single people would do that. There is one type of single person who would probably walk past and smile indulgently about young love. The Happily Single Person. They are the people who are perfectly fine being single. In fact, they rather like it. They don't get jealous of couples, they don't get insecure about their singledom, and they certainly don't get hysterical over massaging couples.
I don't know many Happily Single people. Most of my friends are Dissatisfied Singles. We're not morbidly depressed lemmings, eating our body weight in fudge every night and wailing at our empty Saturday nights. We would just ... like a relationship.