Worderella is Scarred for Life

Dear Reader,

You would not believe what I saw at my local used bookstore the other day. I had chosen to block it from my memory, but the following tweet from @jennIRL brought it to the forefront of my mind:

what is it about bookstores that bring out the PDA in couples? I AM SITTING RIGHT. FREAKING. HERE. #notok

Oh God. That’s right. I saw some wicked PDA (public display of affection). The kind that scars for life if you realize what is happening.

So get this.

My mother and I were birthday shopping for my brother. He wanted the first couple of Artemis Fowl books, and Flatland. I wandered into the fantasy/mystery section, thinking, well, that was as good a place to start as any.

There were a couple of people in the aisle, each reading a book. He stood at a protective angle, and she leaned into him. The way they were standing, the man and woman, I realized they were probably not a couple of people, but a romantic couple.

It took me half a second to realize his hand was lower than her waist. And it wasn’t at her back.

The other half a second was all it took to realize his hand was moving in a circular, caressing motion.


Oh yes.

He was caressing her lower special bits. As if they weren’t in a bookstore, of all places.

I blinked. Yup, the hand was still there. ZOOM I focused my attention on a book, any book, it didn’t matter the book I just needed to not be looking at that hand rubbing and patting her baby-maker as if it were a puppy.

From the corner of my eye I saw that he saw me, and stopped. But it was too late. Oh so too late. The damage was done. I am scarred for life.

For the first time ever, I wish I wrote steamier romances so I could put that scene into a book. Someone want to do it for me?

All the best,