There’s something exhilerating about losing yourself in a deep conversation with a beautiful woman. Now, a lot of women you can simply lose yourself in, but after not too long you start to realize you’re getting nothing done and nothing intelligent has been said in ten minutes of talking. That’s about the longest I can stand to have a stupid conversation (and I use “stupid” in a denotative sense, rather than flippantly).

I’ve met very few women (well, people in general, really) with whom I can have real intelligent conversations. There is that which following after like a lost puppy is no shame. A woman with whom one can have an intelligent conversation is one of them.

My, my . . . there’s just no climbing out of this one. You see, be she never so lovely, a woman without such capabilities is a tame, vacant, doll-faced idle gall. (And yes, as you might have gathered, I’ve found one that I can’t have.)