Right. While not having Irony's problem, because Beacon Hill is close enough to Emerson that everyone walking around is queertastic, I do have two couple-related issues. One. The couples who insist on sitting next to eachother in restaurants. So they can feed eachother. And I'm not talking like, a romantic dinner. I'm talking Herrera's. It's basically a taco stand with benches. No one needs to see that. If any other couples come in and make all cuddly on one side of the booth I'm squirting hot sauce in their eyes. Herrera's delightful tacos are supposed to be my reward for being stuck in a windowless classroom with broken air conditioning for four hours. I don't need ugly people showing affection while eating.
Issue two:college couples living together. Seriously. Are you just trying to crash and burn? Puppy and...ex-Puppy dater (She doesn't have a nickname, obviously) went down in flames. Weird dating-others-while-still-living-in-a-one-bedroom flames. Now two other friends are living with their boyfriends. This does not bode well. Especially because one of them only has a loft. What are you going to do if you have an argument? Stomp dramatically into the galley kitchen and slam a cabinet? Rummage angrily through your tupperware?
Lastly, and unrelated to couples, the apartment building next door has been having fires everynight since the temperature dipped below 70. They're giving New Englanders a bad name. And making me sneeze.