Still, there is something about it. Something addictive. Something I can’t quite pinpoint. So, I listen. While I’m washing the trucks. While I’m out for my morning run. While I’m lifting weights. Throughout my entire shift, I’ve got this woman chattering on through my AirPods about what women really want, about how to be a good partner, about holding out for a certain kind of guy—all based on the supposed wisdom of classic (and modern) romance novels.
