Right. Like you thought I was going to dish out some sage wisdom. Not happening because I have no idea what’s going through a woman’s head at any time, except for maybe some form of crazy. Except when she actually verbalizes what’s she’s thinking, but that never happens. Because hey, you’re just supposed to know.
A 12-year-old boy took a crack at it with this book/essay/whatever, though.
He seems to have a bright future as an author.