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If I'm trying at all, I'm trying too hard. I'm possibly the nicest guy out there (so I've been told). It's just ... I dunno ... I'd like to be able to get out there and do the pick-up thing without coming off as either a desperate sleezebag or a total fruit.
That's not even my point (I think my post came out all wrong). It was supposed to be an observation that lately I am SURROUNDED by couples in this fucking city. And all people do is talk about their other halves. Even a good friend of mine, who's generally really cool and fun to be around, can't help but talk endlessly about going to her boyfriend's place in "the Hamptons" every weekend and doing whatever it is that they do out there. Like a pyschological extension of the PDA thread that you started.
On that note, last night on the train back to NYC, I was surrounded on three sides by couples. The married couple to my left was very decent (gosh the woman was hot); the other two couples, on the other hand, were totally out of control. The two to my right had their legs entangled, while the guy conspicuously tucks his hand under her shirt and kind of down into the ass/crotch region. In 10 minute intervals, he would lean over and give her a peck on the cheek ... before she grabbed his head and started an all-out, three-minute, spit-swapping tongue hocket session.
I couldn't see the couple behind me, but I could hear them. Isn't that enough to say it's too much?
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