“Do you see that guy?” Mimi asks, pointing at the screen. I glance up to see five cowboys who all look the same. “Sure. What about him?” “Can you imagine that guy fighting with his woman about where to eat? Hell, no. He’s taking her to dinner and then back home to eat, if you know what I mean.” She smirks. “And that's what women want.” There’s nothing I can say to that without painting a picture that does not need painted.
