Okay, so Monika and I decided to grab a Boost on our Wednesday break and head over to the synthetic grassed area in Melbourne Central… otherwise known as the Sex Garden. Seriously, what’s the deal with all the PDA? Was there some sort of unspoken rule that everyone that goes there has to be under 16 and be in a grossly horny couple?

Literally everyone there was making out, cuddling and grinding on each other. Ugh. Filth. This is a PUBLIC AREA, PEOPLE. Please keep excessive tongue inside. Even holding hands creeps me out sometimes. GET A GRIP, YOUNG TEENS. LIFE ISN’T OVER IF YOU’RE NOT DOWN EACH OTHERS’ THROATS ALL THE TIME.

I seriously find it so uncomfortably disgusting to see PDA. Cuddling? Yeah that’s fine. Pecking? Yep, that’s pretty cute. But running your hand up your girlfriend’s skirt while she’s ON TOP of you in a public area, feeling up her boobs and intertwining your legs while lying on public ground? AUSTRALIA SAYS NO.

Okay, I admit it. Maybe it’s because I’m pathetically alone with no one of my own to cuddle, but still. Keep it PG, guys. Please. There are just some things you don’t WANT to see. Ugh.