Doesn’t she understand? Doesn’t she see the reason for it all? Doesn’t she realize why I do the things I do? She must know by now. I’m a man. We are not that difficult to figure out. Particularly me. I’m an open book for her. She knows me inside out. The likes. The dislikes. What excites me and what turns me into a brainless lunatic. Both tend to happen on a regular...