Blackheads are for private.

Spring is upon us. I love spring weather. The smell of things blooming, wearing less layers, the beach, the pool; all great things to look forward to!

I spent the two hours yesterday I had between jobs in Millinium Park, laying in the grass, resting, and enjoying the sun! It was so nice. I sat there thinking how spring love was in the air, because there were countless couples strolling, or cuddling in the grass, enjoying a pic-nic's, all sorts of cute couply things. And, all of this brought a smile to my face. It made me wish I was sitting there with someone, but, rather than be cynical, I enjoyed the cuteness.

I had noticed a couple laying not too far from me, because the girl was wearing a really cute outfit, and the boy looked gay. So, I figured they were European and was trying to hear them speak to confirm or negate my terribly stereotyped perception.

At first, I thought the girl was crying because he had his hands on her face in a somewhat strange manner, so I thought he was wiping tears. Oh, no, nonononononono. He was squeezing blackheads out of her face! Not just one. Not like, oh wow, that's a wikcked white head, it's grossin me out, let me get that for you. He took care of every pore on her face. Then she did it to him.

I think I witnessed some sort of gross fetish.