Why Men Stray and Why Men Stay [antikvár]

ONE Introduction ^ ^ T n my wildest, most romantic dreams I couldn't have -L had a better beginning to a relationship. He'd seen me at a restaurant where a group of us hung out after work and asked a mutual friend for my name. Two days later he called and we made a date for the following Saturday. It was 1974 and the height of the oil crisis. We waited in line for gas at an Exxon station for two hours, talking and drinking wine that he was bringing to a party—^but we never made it there. Sex was fantastic. It was a whirlwind courtship. We fell madly in love. "He was attractive in the extreme. Curly-haired, blue-eyed, tall, handsome as sin. But he was more than good-looking. Smart, aesthetic, very independent, and he genuinely liked women. He had this incredible male quality about him. "Women were always coming on to him and calling him. I was shocked at how aggressive they were. But he would always be friendly and neutral, neither encouraging nor discouraging. The calls made me crazy, but I knew he loved me. He was as attentive and romantic and smitten as you could ever want a man to be.