Samesiders

On Friday, I ate a yummy BBQ lunch with two writing friends and saw the cutest couple. They slid into the same side of the booth, shared a drink and ate shoulder to shoulder. Samesiders. I could tell by her ring the couple was either engaged or married. They weren't get-a-room touchy but it was very clear they were into each other. I hope they keep that forever.

My ex and I never had that. He always wanted his space, unless we were in bed. There was no touching unless it was sexual, and that's a problem.

The sweet couple reminded me of the beautiful time my lover and friend and I have spent together. Ever since our first date - a delicious three days in San Diego - we held hands as we walked down the sidewalk, kissed often and shared the same side of a booth.

"Oh, you're samesiders," a waiter said during that weekend. It was the first time I had heard the word.

We looked at each other and laughed. I guess we are. And three years later, we still have that closeness.

Yesterday I saw another couple doing the dress-alike-while traveling together thing. They're the ones in the pic. I didn't get to see them eating, but when they do, I'll bet they're samesiders.

Love to the single girls,
Addison