situation-

Guy and girl are walking. Neutral state of physical contact, nothing annoyingly touchy feely. You might even feel a surge of affection for these two for allowing you to keep your lunch down and not regurgitated.

and then

Girl spots you. Automatically, by primal instinct, she slips her arm into the crook of her male companion, pulling him so close you wonder he didn't lose his balance and fall flat on his face, taking her with him. She stares meaningfully at him and murmurs something inaudible to him... for all you know, it could be something about how interesting the floor tile pattern is. She will then look up at you to see if you are still looking, and then beam up at her beloved, drop a kiss on him, make him carry her (not really that heavy) shopping bags, encircles her waist with his arm.. anything at all neccesary to get the point across. "this one's mine". She then smiles at you again, cattily, while you smile back rather bewildered and confusedly at her.


i shall retreat back into my safe, pure little haven of a beachtown and gape at them when they (annoying tourists) have the audacity to even try bringing thier PDA into my territory.

may sand get into your shoes and sandflies attack you with a passion.


much love
sher.