We're all the same really...

I recently finished a book called 'In Praise of Older Women' by Stephen Vizinczey. This book had been recommended to me by the friend I previously referred to as my 'partner in crime', who (not that it's in any way relevant) seems to have a ridiculously good eye for great books.

This hilarious novel and various others really opened my eyes to the reality that men and women are very similar.

We both spend ridiculous amounts of time analysing things that they [the member of the opposite sex] do and what they could mean and lead to. A lot of the time, we're like Ronseal. We do exactly what it says on the tin. When we say something, it's not to create mystery or got a bunch of subliminal meanings attached, we mean exactly what we say. For example, if a girl says that she's not interested, she's NOT playing hard to get. She is genuinely NOT INTERESTED.

So why do we complicate things?

When we like someone, all forms of reason and logic seem to escape us, because all we can think about is this person and the prospect that we will one day be with them, regardless of the far-fetched-ness of such a thing happening. It's that, that leads us to overlook the simple things and look WAY too far into the meaningless ones like an accidental hand graze.

Both genders panic about the other and seem to be baffled when it comes to wondering what the other thinks. I've spent countless hours wondering what boys think and say when they're around each other and i'm sure plenty of guys have wondered the same about girls.

I think there's a complex simplicity about ourselves which we seem to lack the ability to grasp, that makes us think that we're all so different, when really, we're the same. We're just too busy wondering what that look meant, to see it.