I think one of the most revolting things to see in public is a guy hitting/caressing/fondling/petting his girl's behind.

There was once I saw this couple trying on clothes. The guy tried on this deep-V porous white top (that I thought was for ladies when I saw it on the rack); and the girl tried on this skin-tight lycra/spandex mix white long pants.

When the guy came out, he flexed his fair creamy (lack of) cleavage in the mirror, and went over to the girl. The girl came out in her pants that, being translucent and glued to her thighs, revealed she wore nothing, or damn discreet G-strings, underneath. In any case, the guy stood behind the girl, they looked in the mirror, and the guy went on to fondle the girl's butt. Much in the manner of how one picks and chooses oranges--pick it up with five fingers, give it a little squeeze, cup it, ... you get the picture.

Ugh.

Well (at least) their faces were ok to look at.

Today I just saw a couple on the train. The girl was trying-too-hard (she wore what looked like Eskimo boots, complete with fur trimmings, and Hi, we're in Tropical Singapore, Sunny Island, Close to the Equator!?), and the guy was just, uh, typical: blue jeans and white polo tee. He would have been okay, even though he was rather fair and hence his acne showed rather clearly plus he had rather dodgy specs and rather squinty eyes and hair like brittle hay and, yes, I didn't quite like his mouth. ALL that would have been fine, you know, I wouldn't have picked them all out like scabs; but he was so bloody touchy!

They were standing and he pinched her fair white arm as though to test the elasticity and suppleness of her skin (and she had all her baby fats, see). They sat down, and he turned his whole body towards her, meaning his body angle of 45degrees to hers, and kept on touching her! Ok, ok, maybe the guy is just damn super affectionate and to-heck-with-what-people-like-me-think I'm-all-for-PDA; but this, this, THIS was it man. As they were alighting, the girl walked jappy-primly out, and he beside her, AND HE SLAPPED HER BUTT! Not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES!

UGH UGH MAJOR UGH.

*barfs*

I stared in horror making no effort to pretend that I was looking at something else.

Goodness.

Ok, like, PDA, la la la, is all fine and dandy (though too much IS too much), but butt-slapping?!?! Butt-fondling?!!? Totally zero-tolerance. It's comparable to hugging grapefruits and having a wet dream in Takashimaya Square.


Pardon the grotesque details.
Anyway.