Table for one, please
No one else is joining me
Stop laughing, please…please?
I would assume by now (although, as my father always says “assuming is making an ass of u and me.”) you all know what PDA is.
Public Displays of Affection. Although to this Single Gal, in my single state, it feels more like Public Displays of “you are alone and we are not!” I can deal with the far to happy couple walking by me on a Saturday afternoon, the weird couple that chooses to sit on the same side of the table so we all have to look at their “love” and I can even deal with seeing annoying facebook pictures on my wall of you and your boyfriend that I have never met, girl from summer camp 12 years ago that I haven’t seen in 11 years. Continue reading