messy thumbs and smiling faces

Today I went on what I would consider to be one of the best dates I've been on. I had an itch for getting fruits of the more messy kind and eating them fully primal in the company of the earth. So we made our way to a park with oranges and a mango in tow, not a single utensil, except the hands we so diligently kept. First came the orange. I started with a statement that I "like the smell on my fingers," and the juicy welcome after my first bite dribbled down my arms and onto the dirt felt just enough to validate this undertaking. Then came the mango, which can be peeled fairly easily despite previous thought, and as I was gently fed my first bite, I couldn't help thinking, what could be better than this? A quick comment on how good I looked, even with mango remnants on my chin, was enough to solidify that. 

A couple of benches down sat an older couple who mirrored, with their tiny picnic as their company. A man nearby told them they had what money couldn't buy. I had to agree.