The Most Asked Question

I get so tired of the same question. From the male sex. First the leer, the wink-wink, the opening of their mouths, and then...wham.

“What kind of 'research' do you do for your books?”

Okay, really? Women have NEVER asked that. Do men think that one's original? And do they think they're interesting enough to entice me into naked research when there are so many other offers? I've heard The Question so often, I no longer clench my teeth. Now I just lean in close enough to let him take a good whiff of my perfume, lick my lips, and whisper huskily, “I don't do research. I just, (exhale of breath here) watch a LOT of porn.”

When his eyes glaze over, I walk towards his friend and ask to dance.

Call me bitter. Call me be-yotch. But I think writing romance tends to ruin women for real men. For how can any man live up to the standards of the heroes we write about?

It's impossible. But think of how wonderful it would be to create the perfect man. A man who is willing to listen to what women want.

Because I don't care what your drinking buddies say. It takes a real man to carry off wearing a pink shirt. Try it and see the the swivel of female heads when you walk into a room.

The drinking buddies think it's cool to wear shirts of black. That's nice. You look like everyone else out there. Blendable. Forgettable. But hey, go ahead. They know best. And they like being single.

Ladies, what do you think?