PDA: Public Displays of Annoyance

Picture the scene:  I'm in the library, surrounded by sheets of my own scribbles.  Time is tight; I have 24 hours and an essay plan.  Nine hours, three Diet Pepsi's and two caramel shortbreads later, I'm still here.  The caffeine and the ever-nearing deadline are the only factors keeping my brain from shutting down.  Enter: a couple holding hands, smiling smugly at each other and sitting down RIGHT in front of me.  It's not long before hand-holding turns into hair-stroking which rapidly turns into full-on affection.

After that, I wasn't sure which was more frustrating: my inability to find the words to finish the essay or the repulsive kissing noises coming from the other side of the table.  As an English student, I feel it is a dreadful sin to throw a book.  But I was seriously considering making an exception.  Flapping my papers around in an agitated manner appeared to have no effect whatsoever as they stared intensely into each other's eyes.  It was honestly the worst form of PDA I'd ever seen.

Eurgh, Public Displays of Affection. Whether you have an opinion about it or not, it is highly likely that you have witnessed the kind of couple I am referring to.  The couple that wear matching t-shirts and insist on walking down the street with their arms wrapped around each other in the most uncomfortable-looking position.  It couldn't be more obvious if they stamped labels on their foreheads saying 'his' and 'hers.'  What further grates me about these types of situations is that showing signs of irritation somehow implies you are a man-hater, feminist or just plain jealous.  This is entirely untrue.  I just find it embarrassing, gross and inconsiderate.  They may be the love of your life but does it mean I have to witness you slobbering all over them? No. So please, for the sake of your unfortunate audience, get a room.