The Observance of Pheromones

Pheromone definition:
Pheromones are naturally occurring substances the body excretes externally, conveying an airborne message to trigger a response from the opposite sex of the same species.
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Jonathan and I at the last minute yesterday were offered tickets to attend the Astros game with the Mangrums on HFBC night. I was so excited to find out that we were sitting by Nancy Monarch and her friends. By the time we made it to our seats, the Cubs were already three in the lead. Overall the game was a yawner, but of course, when you are with Mangrums and Nancy you can sure find another way to have fun.

So back to my opening definition. While were were sitting at the game, talking more than watching, our eyes caught this couple sitting in front of us. The woman in this relationship was on pheromone factory overload. This caused the man sitting next to her to respond to her in a rather "groping" way. There is just no another good way to put it. He could not keep his hands off of her and the woman seemed aloof, almost as if she just puts up with it on a regular basis.(or maybe she was playing hard to get.) She had no idea the triggering that was occurring in the opposite sex to her left. Of course, we all noticed and it was one of those situations where you hate to keep watching, but you can't stop. For the full story on this "groping" situation, you will have to read Nancy's blog. She creatively, and more humorously than I, describes the play by play and even has a "Take Me Out to the Ballpark" rendition of our observances.

But really, I want to understand something. Why in the world do people think this is okay? I remember one time I was in Paris with my mom, and we saw this couple on the corner literally making out with no care in the world. We then went to Hard Rock Cafe to only find out that they went there too and were in the booth across the way from us. They really should have gone back to their rooms, instead of preceding with the indecency that they subjected us to. But it ain't just Paris, the love capital of the world, it is everywhere.

Maybe I am a little stiff-necked and mucho anti PDA, but I can't help feel a eeeeeeeeewwwwwww, gross, gagging, sick feeling that comes all over me in moments such as these. So, to the pheromone seduced man at the Astros game, I am sorry you are being written about, in not one blog but two, but next time you sense that airborne message, spare us and go get something else to munch on.