It was the kiss heard ’round the world (or seen, anyway, as the sound of two people kissing is up there with the word “moist” in terms of things I never want to hear): Taylor Swift and her new boyfriend, NFL star Travis Kelce, shared their first public smooch this weekend at Swift’s concert in Buenos Aires, Argentina—which, of course, Kelce was on hand for, eating snacks with her dad like a trooper. Watch the humiliatingly squeal-inducing moment for yourself below:
I mean…the run! The jump! Kelce’s enormous smile! The cheering in the background reaching a pitch that can surely only be heard by dogs! I’m willing to admit that I’m a fairly cynical person at the best of times, especially when it comes to celebrity romance, but come on! This is some Notebook shit. (If Taylor and Travis are birds, I’m a bird!) And then, of course, there’s the fact that Swift rewrote one of the lyrics in her song “Karma” to be about Kelce at the Buenos Aires show, singing: “Karma is the guy on the Chiefs coming straight home to me.” I’m dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I myself have never jumped into a quarterback’s arms—hmm, Google is informing me that Kelce is actually a “tight end,” whatever that means, but you get the point—nor have I particularly wanted to, but watching Swift experience what simply has to be the pinnacle of all-American romance is giving me the same vicarious thrill I used to feel as a teenager, when Cristina Yang from Grey’s Anatomy finally kissed Burke. (Or Owen, or any of her other conquests…as I realized later in life, what I’d thought was a series of crushes on men who just so happened to date Cristina was actually me being extremely gay for Sandra Oh. Duh.) Why are Swift and Kelce wasting their time on music and football, respectively, when they’ve clearly got rom-com protagonist potential?