He's just not that into you. Is he?

In a relationship. Dating. Seeing each other. It's complicated.

Boys and girls. Men and women. Men and men?

After seeing the movie He's just not that into you, I got me the idea of complaining about people liking one another. But before that, the movie Hitch (starring Will Smith as the "date doctor") has been one of my "yay movies" that I watch when I don't feel like watching Doctor Phil. *Spoiler alert so if you still want to see the movie, skip this paragraph.* The movie provides a somewhat idealistic twist to the realistic dating world where the Date Doctor creates the otherwise-nonexistent-opportunity for a lady to get to know a man. She probably would never even consider to date him, the decent man that she might never have gotten to know because of her own doubts and insecurities. Now the great thing about the movie is how it truthfully depicts the rarity of finding love, the helplessness of falling in love and the difficulty of keeping it. In reality, as idealistic as we'd like to be, we still fall on the pavement as hard as gravity pulls us even if we feel like we can fly with cupids wings. And no, a kiss from her on your half broken arm is not going to make it heal.

The movie that recently hit our (one-step-behind-the-rest-of-the-world) NZ cinemas - He's just not that into you gives us the perfect examples of just how hard it is to interpret male-female dynamics.

Maybe the male species out there haven't experienced this very much, but us ladies have certainly been 'the shoulder' when HE hasn't called. Perhaps it's because our soft hearts can't handle kicking a friend when they're down that we choose the more comforting words to soothe their mind. "His battery might've died and then he threw it at the ground in anger and then a parade of silly ants carried it down the drain....." whatever it may be. We don't want to believe that the "signs" that we nit-picked to make ourselves feel better never actually meant anything. But seriously, do you really think the fact that he sits down on a chair that the flower is pointing towards means he likes you?

Mixed signals. We send them. We get them.

I prefer traffic lights because green is green, orange is orange and red is red.

But then, orange... could.....

Damn it.

Anyways , I'll be picking daisies in the meantime.

"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not...."

Ps. Can someone please tell me why there is a picture of Scarlett Johanson on our blog? (Perhaps Wern would like to do the honours)

Pps. I recommend every viewer to take up on millhouse's advice about eating chilly dogs.