In my younger years most of my dear trusted friends were women. Not because they were young, beautiful, or willingly sexual; some were, some were not. It was because for the most part, their sensibilities and intelligence were more valuable that anything I got from men. It was also because I realized that if I wanted to learn anything about women, my best source was women not men. More often than not, men are simply the worse source of information about what women desire and need. Once I told a male friend of mine the story a young wife, a... Read more →