Would life be any easier if we all wore our hearts on our sleeves?

Back in the day of the Neanderthal, a simple grunt and a club over the head of the woman he fancied was sufficient for our hirsute friend. Females didn't have to worry about preening and over-analysing what that grunt meant, males simply chose and clubbed.

Now I'm not advocating violence of course, and heaven help the man who decided to club me round the head, but it would be so much easier if we all knew who fancied who. Then there would be less call for this terrible state that so many of us find ourselves in. The um-ing and ah-ing. Do I say something? Should I keep it to myself? What did he/she mean when they said that? Does my hair look good? Do they fancy me or am I imagining things? Can I cope with rejection?

Then again, if we were all marauding the place telling everyone that we fancied them, the world would probably be a boring place void of true romance. And more importantly, just how much rejection could a person take?!

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