A few weeks ago when Beyoncé invited us into her (up until this point) very private life via Tumblr, I fell in love.

This beautiful woman, who is also talented and seemingly nice and overly gracious at times, is living the good life. Not that we thought she wasn't, but to see it in full-blown color on I Am Beyoncé, her life appears pretty damn close to perfect. In addition to the envy I felt for her global travels, beautiful clothes and flawless skin, even without makeup, I also felt the love reverberating off the screen.

I thoroughly enjoyed the sweetness that she and Jay-z seem to share - the hand-holding, lap-sitting, arms wrapped around waists and shoulders. Public displays of affection are a rarity among many men today. I'm not talking about the gross couple at the bar at the dance floor slobbing each other down who need to get a room. Or even the teenagers on the train with legs crossed over one another. I like the subtle notions - a head on shoulder, a kiss on the forehead, stealing a smooch across a dinner table, or when pinkies seem to draw to one another like magnets and interlock.

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What happens to men between high school and adulthood that they lose this sense of tenderness?

I once dated someone who was so emotionally handicapped that he wasn't even a good kisser because it required letting go a little bit. He would bristle at the thought of holding hands and could only muster a New York-standard cheek-to-cheek air kiss on public hellos and goodbyes. I had to get him outta here because who really has time for that? Seek therapy and call me only after your issues are resolved.

I know that Billy Sorrells said that guys sometimes avoid PDA because they're trying to keep their options open—but if the hardest rapper alive can show love to his lady all over the world, I say you can too.