Posted on 07/26/2014 2:18:56 PM PDT by Citizen Zed
So I read Fifty Shades of Grey. This is the book written by female British author “E. L. James” that became a huge bestseller, devoured by pretty much every woman on Earth except my wife (or so she claims).
I think I might be the only man who read this book. I did it sneakily, hiding the cover, especially when I was on an airplane, which actually is a good place to read this book because you have access to a barf bag. I say this because of the writing style, which is . . . OK, here’s one tiny sample of the writing style:
“Did you give him our address?”
“No, but stalking is one of his specialties,” I muse matter-of-factly.
Kate’s brow knits further.
That’s right: This is the kind of a book where, instead of saying things, characters muse them, and they are somehow able to muse them matter-of-factly. And these matter-of-fact musings cause other characters’ brows—which of course were already knitted—to knit still further.
(Excerpt) Read more at time.com ...
You might be right in general, but some women are *very* visual.
Sorry to say, but you have obviously been grievously shortchanged by the women in your life if you really believe that women prefer fantasizing about sex to having sex.
Probably. But if either had come up for air from their designated fantasy, noticed the attractive person next to them and asked her/him out for coffee and a get-acquainted chat, a relationship might have developed.
The dreaded R word? Why bother when fantasy is so available. Sad.
Me and every man that I’ve ever known. Beyond that though, you’re probably right.
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