Kiss Me Like You Mean It.

This is sorta kinda inspired by Annabelle Crapp's latest column on the ABC website.

Girls are big fans of 'kiss me like you mean it'. Boys don't understand 'kiss me like you mean it'. So I'll explain it.

Kiss me like you mean it is basically, I don't care what the end product is, just do it with love. Us girls are so crazy over this idea that we have actually written a song about it:



Boys don't get it. It's the whole men are from Mars, women are from Venus, and Lady Renegade is from Pluto thing. The thing is, according to dear Miss Miley Cyrus:



It doesn't matter what you do in life, as long as you appear to enjoy yourself on the way. Men in particular don't actually care how they get some, they just want some. This is a main disfunctionality in many heterosexual relationships.

Woman: Chrissy's husband always gets her flowers. You never buy me flowers.
Man: Fine, I'll get you flowers. What kind of flowers do you want?
Woman: Forget it. I don't want any damn flowers.
Man: Then why did you ask for them?
Woman: I shouldn't have to ask, that's the thing. Chrissy's husband always gets her flowers. You never buy me flowers.

etc, etc.

You see, women expect men to read minds and men expect women to tell them what they want, but there's a catch: they're not meant to look too needy, and so women don't ask and therefore men don't get and then we start the whole cycle again. The resolution from my point of view is that all men should be Edward Cullen and all solarium booths would go out of business.

I'm not really making a lot of sense here. I'll blog a bit more today. I feel like writing.