On my bus ride home, they were all cuddled up in the first seat. She was a large woman in a blue dress; he was a man in a short-sleeved plaid shirt with a hearing aid. His arm was all the way around her, as far as he could reach. She was giggling, and speaking in a kewpie doll voice, and his hands seemed to be wandering towards sesitive places.
They were old. She was very wrinkled, and so was he.
But they were so cute! They were flirty and giggly and terribly glad to be together.
Our culture says love is for the smooth-skinned young. Especially if you want to be publicly affectionate.
But culture doesn’t know everything.