No woman will ever satisfy me. I know that now, and I would never try to deny it. But this is actually okay, because I will never satisfy a woman, either. Should I be writing such thoughts? Perhaps not. Perhaps it’s a bad idea. I can definitely foresee a scenario where that first paragraph could come back to haunt me, especially if I somehow became marginally famous.
Chuck Klosterman (2010). “This Is Emo: An Essay from Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs”, p.5, Simon and Schuster
