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…
"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."
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:
I admit it: I can be a cheesy romantic. Not necessarily the chocolates-in-a-heart-shaped-box with a serenade-in-candlelight-with-rose-pedals kind of cheesy (well, not always). Hopefully more of the creative-surprise-with-a-caress-of-intimacy kind.
Or maybe not. I don't know. You be the judge:
You think he's cute, don't you? You wish he'd come over and talk to you, don't you? Or that he'd ask you out, right? Or maybe even a plant a kiss. But he's not. What's a girl supposed to do?
Flirt! Flirt your cute little ass off!
Don't know how? Let me tell you, from the guy's perspective, what do to.
Ah yes, that ever-illusive activity, as exasperating as it is exhilarating. Both loved and loathed, dreaded and desired. Like a wish whispered under a full moon's light.
I speak of dating, of course. That favorite ritual of guys and dolls. What fun!
"Some of my female friends are so stupid."
I laughed. "Why do you say that dude?"
He sat up in his chair. "Because some of them have such unrealistic expectations."
I love a good action flick. Mindless, heart-pounding, knife-wielding, gun-totting, ass-kicking, chunk-full-of-cliches, action movie.
The hero walks into a room with a hundred bad guys. The odds are against him. They all have swords and rifles and rocket launchers. He has a pencil sharpener. And yet, he still manages to kick all of their asses.
God I love that.
This is what happens when the lights go out. The rats mobilize and the cockroaches arm themselves. It's an all-out war unseen by human eyes. We wouldn't want to see it either; it would be too horrible to comprehend.