The thing about girls? Suzanne said. Is we are more content-driven.
He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.
That idea turned me on.
I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.
Watching him with one eye, she wondered if men ever figured out that they were more appealing when they were pursuing their own work than when they were pursuing a woman.
I think there’s something to the old saying that women use sex to get love, and men use love to get sex. And love is really just a word we use to describe a close bond, or relationship, between two people. Men have been programmed to want sex, so they do whatever is necessary to be in a relationship with a woman. And a woman is programmed to want the stability and (financial) security of a relationship, so she offers the man what he wants: sex.
Men can beat each other to a pulp and still walk away friends. With a woman, once an enemy, always an enemy. Women will sit like a spider, for years, waiting for the chance to strike. They never forget and seldom forgive.
That’s it? That’s your big goodbye?” Eve asked.
Claire looked at Eve mystified. “I think I need guy CliffNotes.”
“Guys aren’t deep enough to need CliffNotes.”
“What were you waiting for, flowery poetry?” Shane snorted. “I hugged. I’m done.
The battle of the sexes and you’re winning hands down.
Now, women forget all the things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
They know they’re supposed to do something, but they’re not sure what. And you know what they do when they’re not sure– of course you do: They either do the wrong thing or they do nothing, and it’s a toss up as to which is worse.
I think men can really get in the way when you are trying to sort your life out and get on with it. Because they just take up so much space. I’m not under any illusions that I could have been where I am now in literary terms if I had been heterosexual. I really believe I would not be.