Imagine meeting a woman just to your liking. You are delighted by everything in sight, and so is she. It does not take you long to hug and kiss her. She melts in your arms. You are made for each other, or so it seems. And so you end up in bed without much ado. Wow! Lying next to you, she tells you that she has never dreamt of lovemaking so divine, let alone experienced it. You are the best. Ever. Over the moon, you do your utmost to regale her with more of your prowess. She ends up crying in your arms. You strike her as the man just for her. And then? Well, there are but a few roads from there. All of them are perfectly predictable, too, and none of them are all that appealing to you. But if you are after praise, and nothing but praise, you are wasting your time. The best fuck in town? Big deal! The best fuck on the planet? Forget it! Even if you go through this exercise a thousand times with as many women just to your liking, the verdict is still the same. You are wasting your time, and that is all there is to it. For ever and ever. Now, how come you cannot even imagine any of the above? Even worse, why in the world am I wasting my time with you?