[I haven't dated in 13 years]I think honesty is the best policy. And I'm not talking gentle buttered over constructive criticism I don't want to hurt your feelings honesty. I mean BAM here's what I think. If you're in a healthy relationship (sexual or otherwise) with someone who you love, you know that there is no implied meaning in their words. What they say is what they mean, and they say it because they believe it, not because there's an ulterior motive, subconscious or otherwise.
Here's an example of unhealthy conversation between members of my family, bless their dysfunctional hearts:
aunt: "Go ahead and take that pie home if you want it."
mom: "No, that's okay. You keep it."
aunt: "No, we won't eat it."
mom: "I couldn't."
aunt: "Are you sure?"
mom: "Well if you won't eat it."
me: "PIE!"
aunt: "I thought you said you locked the closet?"
mom: "I thought I did! Quick grab the taser!"
etc etc
The point being they don't say what they mean, don't pursue what they want, and the next thing you know, there's an undercurrent of subconscious conversation going on while the conscious conversation is happening.
For instance:
aunt: "Go ahead and take that pie home if you want it." (If I don't offer, she'll think I'm rude.)
mom: "No, that's okay. You keep it." (She's just being polite. I don't want to take it if she wants it.)
aunt: "No, we won't eat it." (That will make her take it.)
mom: "I couldn't." (I think she's still just being nice, but I'm not sure.)
aunt: "Are you sure?" (Here's a way for me to get the pie and not appear rude.)
mom: "Well if you won't eat it." (I guess she really doesn't want it, so I'll take it.)
me: "PIE!" (CLOSET DARK! OBI SCARED!)
aunt: "I thought you said you locked the closet?" (Dumb bitch. No pie for you.)
mom: "I thought I did! Quick grab the taser!" (So I can tase you both, and make love to your husband on top of the pie."
etc etc (ad infinitum)
But if we all said fuck it and told the truth it would be something like this:
aunt: "Want to take some of the pie?"
mom: "Don't you want it?"
aunt: "Ya, but if you want some too, we'll split it."
mom: "Dig it."
me: "I'm gonna kill you bitches and make love to the pie!"
etc. etc. (Why doesn't daddy love me?)
So, directness is the way to go. And it's as easy as...ummm...[/I haven't dated in 13 years]
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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.