So I have this friend. He boxes. I don't get it, but he loves every sweaty, bloody, spittle-flecked moment. I tried to get him to explain it to me, and he started in with some really lovely prose about the epic struggle of man against man, the base nature of defeating your opponent and knowing that you are a power to be reckoned with, etc, etc, etc. The problem is that about halfway through, I was thinking to myself...wow, boxing is a lot like kissing. Now this could be because I have an obsession with kissing, and I happen to have been talking with one of my very best guys friends (who kisses like Mohammed Ali - float like a butterfly, sting like a bee). Or it could be because I'm brilliant. Hear me out:
1. Epic struggle of man against man (insert your own jokes here, I didn't bother)...: when you first kiss someone, it is not only a physical game you are playing, it is a mental one. You have to pick up on their ques of likes and dislikes mid-action (a nuzzle here, a nip there), much like a boxer is constantly watching his opponent for the next move. See? I told you it would come together. Wait, there's more!
2. Base nature of defeating your opponent and knowing that you are a power to be reckoned with...: I can't think of anything better than kissing someone and having a post kiss review that begins with the word, "damn!" This simple thing lets me know that not only have I thoroughly enjoyed myself...I have successfully knocked your socks off, and you are now thinking that I am a power...well, you get the idea...
In conclusion, I used to hate boxing. Now I kinda like it. A girl could pick up some tips.
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