I've never seen the movie, but the older i get i realize there are stark differences between men and women.
Those who know me, know that i proudly refer to myself as "the son my dad never had." I grew up hanging out with and around my dad-- doing all the chores and running errands with him. later during my adolescent years i (not so proudly this time) "rejected my femininity." i made it my business to dress like a man (baggy clothes) only hang around dudes and play bodyguard whenever my sisters and i went out. If ever i were interested in a guy, i would be the one to make the first move; i would be the one courting the him. at age 21 i decided enough was enough. i would sit back and be chased...what women are "suppose" to do.
sidebar--[two things: 1) those years were awkward. i was a lot heavier and ultra self conscious. my actions reflected my insecurities and my wanting to protect myself. 2) i have now in my wisdom (all 24 years) realized that the man to whom i've been attracted in the the past often display effeminate traits. i can only say that this is residue from my adolescent years.]
so how does this relate to cats and dogs? it goes a little like this:
cat: hey babe. i can't wait to be held in your arms. have a great day!
dog: n my arms, n ur legs, it all works love.
this is real. one can't make this up!
slowly but surely i'm accepting that i want romance and intimacy and having this desire is not a sign of weakness or vulnerability; it's remaining true to myself. I want just being in your presence to be sufficient. and if one day, after the lord sanctifies our being together (not necessarily through the gov't institution of marriage) then you'll experience being n each other's legs!
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I didn't know you during your akward years, but you're definitely a delightful woman. Mr. Man is coming and he's going to pursue you girlie!
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