Recently on a flight to Miami, I thought I got lucky to have a row to myself.  I perched myself next to the window and was happy that the other 2 seats weren’t occupied. But then it happened. Two late passengers were allowed onto the plane. Guess where their seats were? Of course, right next to mine.  They were a friendly couple, in their early twenties, but a little too talkative for my tastes. A few words here and there are fine, but when my book is opened or my headphones are on, that means DND (do not disturb). Eventually they got my drift and cuddled up to each other.

As I’m becoming immersed into my book, I heard smacking sounds. Wet smacking sounds. I used my peripheral and looked over and sure enough, they were tonguing each other down. Smack. Smack. Smack. Then I saw his hand move up and down her thigh. Ok, enough is a enough. The price of my ticket did not say it included a peep show.

I cleared my throat. Obviously they didn’t hear me.

I cleared my throat a second time. Just a little bit louder.

I guess in between all of their own smacking, they didn’t hear my gestures.  This was getting ridiculous, is what I thought to myself. I closed my book and pulled my chair up and interrupted their spit swapping session and asked to be excused so I could use the bathroom. I hoped by the time I finished pretending to use the bathroom that they would be finished giving each other tongue exams. Thankfully, after a few minutes in the bathroom, I returned to my seat and they were both reading their tablets. The peep show was over.

Their PDA was a little bit too much for me. I don’t see anything wrong with a little peck here or there, but a full blown out make-out session was a bit much. Not to mention, across from us sat a couple with a young child. I saw the grimace on the mother’s face, and I knew it took everything for her not to say something.

I love affection as much as the next person, but I don’t want to put on a show for everyone else. I miss the days of holding hands, a little peck here or there while shopping, but you will never see me go full tongue throttle in public.

Clutchettes, PDA? Yay or Nay?

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