CANOODLE IN FRONT OF ME, MUTHERFUCK?
doesn't it really fuck you off when a couple canoodle in front of you? like they're fucking rubbing it in? tonight, as i was playing pool, a pair of love-struck teenagers petted and fondled as close to me as they could get without provoking some sort of reaction ("get the fuck away from, me you dumb, inbred horse shagging fuckwits. and your bird is ugly, pube head! yeah, i'm talking to you - now get the fuck out of here before i rip off your greasy barnet and shove down your yeast-infected throat"). it's like they know i'm single and hating it, that i subconsciously feel that what they have is what i want. little shits. makes my blood boil and my tendons contract in anticipation of a good ole fashioned showdown.
anyway, those two were only there for a short while. to the other side, throughout the entire evening, where a foursome of foreigners (probably polish). They were oh so love-e-dovey. one with a provocative slit in her skirt, teasing me to rip it open (won't find anything in there but one-way ticket to pentonville and a mention in blunket's registar of losers). They touched and snogged and laughed and tried to rub it in as hard as they fucking well could. they joked with the bar staff, didn't realty care about their pool and practically screamed at me smash a cue over their heads and pulverise their pathetic bodies with a hydraulic pile driver.
as you can see, i'm not a happy bunny. a frustrated, angry, lost and bewildered bunny possibly. so maybe this will help get things off my chest. perhaps it will help me focus on what i have to do. let's wait and see...
anyway, those two were only there for a short while. to the other side, throughout the entire evening, where a foursome of foreigners (probably polish). They were oh so love-e-dovey. one with a provocative slit in her skirt, teasing me to rip it open (won't find anything in there but one-way ticket to pentonville and a mention in blunket's registar of losers). They touched and snogged and laughed and tried to rub it in as hard as they fucking well could. they joked with the bar staff, didn't realty care about their pool and practically screamed at me smash a cue over their heads and pulverise their pathetic bodies with a hydraulic pile driver.
as you can see, i'm not a happy bunny. a frustrated, angry, lost and bewildered bunny possibly. so maybe this will help get things off my chest. perhaps it will help me focus on what i have to do. let's wait and see...
posted by Anonymous | 11:57 pm
As far as it goes for me, I find it quite unsettling to be intimate in public. By that, I don't mean holding hands or 'normal' kissing or cuddling - that's all fine. But going at it as though there's nobody else around you is just... no. For me, that point where I'm intimate is private. I don't want other people there - it feels so cheap.
It looks it too. Sorry Cait, but it does.
Of course, there are situations where it's okay. In a nightclub, you have more privacy. When you're saying goodbye (i.e. train platforms, airports, outside Death Row), it usually can't be helped. But in the broad, bright lights of a public house or highway - get a fucking room.