‘Unfortunately there is one big flaw in your approach to this issue.’ I looked for the answer in her eyes. When she was sure I didn’t get it she spelt it out.
‘You’re thinking like a male.’ She smiled, ‘I’ve warned you about this before.’
I looked in the mirror, pulled in my gut, broadened my chest and focused my gaze. What about the jowls? Nothing helped. I decided to call them life experience. They’d be endearing imperfections in my tableau of male beauty.
‘Hey Romeo, you know what women do find attractive.’
‘um, err maybe, well not exactly.’
‘A clean kitchen. A man who could clear the table and get the lunch dishes done may find that he does not need to look further afield for appreciation.’