Though I tend to see men in higher volume, I often find that I end up having longer lasting affairs with women.
When women approach me, they make me chase them. I must seduce them. I have to court them, I go to buy expensive wines with chocolates, and I write letters to send with alluring Polaroids―in return, they bewitch me.
They respond to my pursuit by wearing clothes that fall sweetly over their hips and flow beside their legs. They sip wine slowly and speak gently. They caress me with the enchantment and excitement of earthly angels. There isn't anything in the world I enjoy more.