Hands up all those guys who have a problem with PDAing (Public Display of Affection, for those who don't attend an educational institution). Come on, be honest. Yes, that means you at the back too.

It's quite amazing, really. It's taken A quite a while to become comfortable with the concept of walking around in broad daylight while holding hands. At least, this is the impression I get. Maybe I am entirely mistaken. I don't want to bring it up, though, because he occasionally takes offense at little things I say in curious jest.

But back to the point, which was spurred by the fact that A kissed me quite significantly today, out in the open and everything. It took me a few minutes after we parted ways to realise why I was so startled by this occurrence. (Side note: You'd think someone like me who uses the word 'occurrence' so often would know how to spell the bloody thing without having to look it up every time. Wouldn't you?) It's because it happens so rarely.

And then I realised that most guys I know are like that. Holding hands in a dark movie theatre - no worries. Might even cuddle in the company of mutual friends. But public snogging? Leave off, love!

A heightened sense of social responsibility? Shyness? Not wanting to appear 'wussy'? Who knows.

It's just nice, you know, the PDA. It makes me feel warm inside. Very loved. Special. In front of God and everything. So guys, let loose, just for a few special moments. Do us a favour.

And who knows, we might do you one. ;-)