What would a teenage boy learn about women from reading romance novels?
OK, I actually dated a guy, briefly, in college who had gone to an all-boys private high school, and who told me (somewhat proudly) that he had read romance novels in order to learn how to treat women well. That last part is paraphrasing, but this actually happened to me. He was very sweet, and I’m sure I didn’t appreciate him enough at the time. So, what did he learn? Well, we didn’t get to the bodice-ripping stage — not nearly — but he seemed to have picked up some kind of strange kissing technique. I didn’t know much about kissing at the time, but I later ran across a description of a similar technique in, uh, a short fiction piece. No, I am not going to describe it. Frankly, it weirded me out at the time, and it still weirds me out. Yes, it was just a kiss, but a weird kiss! E-mail me if you _must_ have specifics. The thing was, he was so sincere in his belief that I would like it. And I’m sure it must have been something he learned from his self-guided literary study. Possibly t
