When I first went out with my girlfriend, we were looking for places to make out. We couldn't go to many places without people looking at us, so we had to find places ourselves. One of these places was the art gallery.
We hung out in every cubby hole that had a seat for the more contemplative patrons and took every opportunity to make out.
Then something strange happened.
We became more interested in the exhibits than making out. Well... almost. My girlfriend started mixing things up by imitating the dramatic romantic gestures in the paintings. She did stuff like kiss my hand, sweep me off my feet, handing me pretend flowers. It was super nice.
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