Types of Kisses
November 9th, 2008Oh, how can I kiss thee? Let me count the ways…
Oh, how can I kiss thee? Let me count the ways…
"I just don't get chicks."
With a coffee in hand, I leaned back and regarded my friend. "C'mon man, who really ever gets chicks?"
"Did I tell you about that date I had last weekend? It was with this girl I really liked, but throughout the date, she didn't seem that interested in me?"
"What's that in your hand?" she asked.
"Oh, it's something I got for my girlfriend."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, you are so whipped."
"Dude, you are SO whipped!"
"What? No I'm not. What are you talking about?"
"You just called her for the third time tonight, and now you're going to take off and help her clean her apartment? You didn't even finish your beer yet. Dude, you're whipped!"
A woman that drives a Mustang convertible is very different from a woman that drives a Civic hybrid. You know it's true. You've no doubt met both kinds of women before. And I'm sure you'll agree: there's a world of difference.
So what does a car say about a woman? How are they different? Let's find out.
She was stubborn and slow, but reliable like a workhorse. Not too pretty, but nice and faithful. My old 1991 Honda Accord, I mean.
A boxy four-door with automatic seat belts and chipped paint, she was as fast as a tortoise. Except she wasn't about to win any races. She was so slow that if I didn't put my foot all the way down on the gas pedal, I'd wind up back in 1881.
In other words, she wasn't that impressive. And the girls I dated while I had her weren't impressed either.
Are you a well-educated, intelligent, independent, and successful woman… who is still single? You're not alone (no pun intended).
More and more women are getting advanced degrees and pursuing their careers. And staying single. Sometimes voluntarily, sometimes involuntarily.
Wait, involuntarily? Why is that? What's preventing them from being in a relationship?
"There's that phrase again."
"What phrase?" I sat forward to listen to the TV.
"Men are the new women. I heard it on another show a few weeks ago."
I shifted on the couch. "Men are the new women, huh? You think it's true?"
Whenever people read about the science of love, it usually leads to one of two conclusions:
Love is difficult to describe. Poets and lyricists have tried doing so for eons. And they're still at it.
But how would a scientist describe love? It probably wouldn't be as romantic as a poet's or lyricist's description. I fancy it would be something like this: