I'm a sucker for a good romance story. I assume that most people are. I especially love it when the intimacy of such romances are tasteful and non-invasive to the viewers. In other words, I don't want to see a full on love scene from start to finish on the big screen. Leave something to the imagination. Which brings me to this incredibly random, and yes, very true story.


A few of us found ourselves closing down a quaint little bar following a bottle of wine and some good conversation. We had been celebrating a birthday. As the night came to a close, somewhere near 2 am, my friend and I stumbled upon the most random and absurd thing I have yet to see in my humble time on this earth. We began to turn into the parking lot of the facility we were staying at when our headlights suddenly became the spotlight that illuminated the giant buttox of a man with his pants around his ankles. He was standing outside and opened, driver-side door of a car and he wasnt' alone. That's right. He was doin' the nasty.


Now, what I can't understand is what honestly prevented him from moving the few inches INTO the car so he and his friend wouldn't expose such an act to the rest of the world. I've never experienced such a tasteless portrayal of "intimacy," since I watched the third highlander movie somewhere in the 1990s. I hope it was worth it, pal.