True Confessions time – thank God Mr. Husband never reads this –
I have been known, in my impetuous youth to engage in some major PDA.
Necking on the Dance floor? Check
Necking while dancing on a table? Check
Neck at a York U track meet? Check
Necking through an entire concert at Maple Leaf Gardens? Check
Necking at the Jolly Miller and the Brunswick House? Check and Check
It seems like most of my PDA hotspots have since disappeared, but an occasional desire for the old abandonment hasn’t. Fortunately, Mr. Husband, who is a pretty good DA guy, is not much of a PDA guy so I tend to keep my tonsils behind closed doors these days.
But I find myself surrounded by a group who don’t. These gropers have never heard of the Brunswick House, may have vague memories of Maple Leaf Gardens and think that Jolly is a nickname for the Miller Restaurant. They range in age from 14 to 18. I teach them and I live with them and I’m not entirely comfortable sharing with them the comfort level they seem to have with each other’s bodies.
At school I can remind the boys where they are and that their behaviour is not so appropriate. They get it, although the girl may slide me the cut eye later. At home it’s a bit different. I’m not sure what to say. Part of me admires the confidence they have to hold hands and rub each other’s backs in front of the adults. I don’t want them to not feel comfortable at our home, so I don’t say anything, but I’m not entirely comfortable.
The thing is, it doesn’t happen all the time and they are not up too anything too risque, in front of us any way, so I keep wondering if this is just my hang up or if it is OK to say, "hey, I’m not OK with this."