It’s Saturday morning. I’m in Starbucks trying to have a conversation, but I’m distracted by the couple in the corner practically climbing over the table to touch each others’ faces and make out. Note to the sexually overactive: take your Starbucks back to bed if you want to caress each other while you drink your coffee.

Then there is my three-time-a-week organic chem class, where the weird ass couple in the front row is also caressing each others’ faces and kissing… during lecture! If I’m cringing back in the third row, the professor must want to throw something at them. Another smart idea: if you’re going to make out instead of paying attention in arguably one of the hardest courses at Penn State, move it to the back row.

And how about in the frats? You know, when you’re trying to have a good time dancing and all of the sudden you’re being knocked over by two people so engrossed in shoving tongues down throats and hands down pants that they don’t pay attention to anything else around them? That’s always fun. I love being elbowed and stepped on only to turn around and be so close to you that I could join in the kissing.

Here’s a final thought: try having an actual conversation every once in a while.