OK, so you are in the cinema
. The film
's not worth watching. The movie house
is full. What the hell
, you are sitting next to your beloved
who is looking mighty tasty. Your bloodstream
is awash with hormone
s. So, you snog
. You kiss
. You chew on each other a little. You get your legs into an octopus tangle
and let your hands wander
and walk and squeeze all the squeezy bits
. You murmur
and make little squeaky sounds. You gasp and growl, and you snog some more.
Don't do this when you are sitting right next to me.
Do this somewhere else
. At least go and sit in another row. You are ruining my day. I don't care if you are madly in love
and live at home in a bedsit
full of parents and siblings. I don't want you snogging three inches away from my nose. Go away
. I don't care if you are Romeo and Juliet
, and this is the last snog before the funeral
Go and find a dark corner where you won't bother other people. Make sure that there's a few feet of clear space between your entwined bodies and the rest of the public, ok?
There are oceans of difference between kissing in public and kissing so damn close to me I can smell your toothpaste.
(Yes, I have a relationship worth flaunting. Yes, I like kissing
. Oh, kissing is delicious. Yes I am getting some, thank you.)
Holding hands and looking blissed out after a whole sleepless night of delight is one thing, but I had to stand on the tube as a pair of euro-tourist
s writhed and wriggled and smooched so damn close to me they were practically sitting in my lap. This is against the rules
. I hadn't even had any coffee yet.
And I'd react in the same way if you were chewing gum with your mouth open