Michael Shepherd and Steve Johnson met about 15 or 20 minutes ago. I can’t remember how they started talking, but no matter how offended your moral integrity may feel towards this kind of voyeurism, you still have that ounce of ‘perversity’ to eavesdrop while it appears to be interesting. Otherwise, by now you’re no longer a reader.

“… what a fertile imagination God has for diversity and how, in the end, all women manage to be alike!”

“Oh, no, Mike, that’s where you’re wrong. Look at my wife, man! She’s got that something that keeps me on, you know. Not that we never fight or anything, we do, often enough. She’s got those green eyes, God forbids she casts upon you that dark look when she’s right to be angry…”

“No, man, I’m not talking about exceptions. No. These are women with a man’s brain. In fact, that’s what the 6th sense is all about: women with a man’s brain.”

Laughing “Ah, that’s right!”

“No, what I’m talking about is that kind of chicks that are everywhere you look. Most of them women you see on the streets, in the supermarket, in the ticket line, behind the tickets desk, in the morning in bed with you. (Johnson laughs.) And not that you don’t figure out what’s wrong with them, but…”

Steve breaks in. “No, no, no, no. <you don’t understand them>, that’s how they feel good about saying…”

“Yea, yeah, that’s right! And not that, but you just don’t make any sense of it. What language you speak, that you can’t communicate?! You tell them plain English and they go twist it all around ‘till hell won’t have it in their own silly language.”

“Ah, come on! All women go through this phase. You just wait until you come across that one fine woman that looks you in the eye and you just know she’s got something you don’t know. And you don’t care about her looks or whatever, but that one time she looks you straight into the eyes, and you throw all the rest of them away with their entire species. For, if you could just have that one and only, you’ll never need another woman…”