Public displays of affection. I'm all for it if it is innocent enough.
Holding hands, cool.
A small hug, fine.
When one wraps their arms around the other from behind leaning on their shoulder, makes me melt.
But dude, when you are in a store blocking the flow of traffic with people yammering at you from both ends of the aisle because you are making out hot and heavy with your mate, too much. I mean, at that point when your hands are under clothing and zippers are half undone, bad bad bad form.
Some of us might just be in a rush and just trying to find the damn nail polish. The sign over the aisle said "make-up" not make out.
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