public displays of affection. not the kiss hello or goodbye or holding hands--but the insistence on constant tonsil contact, in public, for several hours.
okay--i am officially old and cranky.
nix and i went to a play last night and the couple in front of us made out the entire time. now this was a very small theatre, so every time la femme leaned back for l'homme to bite her neck, her head bumped my knee. and even more fun, we took two separate trains with them. so all in all i had to witness about 5 hours of their undying love fore each other.
now i concede that the play was not that good, but really?
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