Being in love is totally gross for everyone around you and your significant other. But screw the haters. If you want to push the oh-my-God-aren't-we-so-cute factor to 11, head for Lincoln Park. Almost all the paths eventually wind up at the swimming pool. And a few hundred yards away sits the park bench with the best west-facing view in the city. From there you can watch the ferries drift toward Vashon, admire the greenery of Blake Island, gasp as the sun silhouettes the Olympic Mountains on the distant Kitsap Peninsula, and coo into each others' ears to the disgust of passing stroller-pushing power-walkers. And once you get bored with all the loving gazes and whispered sweet nothings, you can laugh at the joggers' hilarious outfits. Ain't love grand? —Laura Onstot 8011 Fauntleroy Way S.W.