For most women sex is an epiphenomenon, the steam that issues from the engine. And the coal is mental. It’s: “Do you make me laugh? Do you make me think? Do you talk to me?” It’s not: “Are you handsome? Are you rich and accomplished and well hung?” I suppose, more often than you might think, it’s not even: “Are you male or female?” It’s really just: “Are you there and do you get me?”
