She sits in the cubicle just behind me, chatting either with or about
her fiance at any given moment. That alone wouldn't bother me, but the
juvenile flirty talk; "Do you love me more than (name anything lovable
here)? Cause I love you more. No, I Love YOU more. (Kissing noise
Really, affection is fine, even public displays of affection are
acceptable when it's Spring and kept to a moderate level. But THIS
nonsense...I hope I don't turn into a cutsie-wootsie dripping with
sentiment idiot when I'm in love. Tell me if I do.
-Sent from Austin's phone.