At any rate, last night, I was watching a play written by an acquaintance of mine, a relatively lackluster, unoriginal slice of life featuring two middle-aged women reminiscing about the exploits of their youth and griping about their present day lives (Why not a play about women who are perfectly content to be adults, I ask you? Trust me, youth is not all it's cracked up to be. Though I suppose one would have to think a bit to come up with the primary conflict in such a work. Hmm.), and all I could think throughout the hour long production was: "This would be better if they kissed."
My AP's were amused. *g*