"I must confess that it is the 'unknown' that has always drawn me towards a woman. Though I be the most inquisitive of all men, when it comes to the opposite sex, I learned very early on in life that women are meant to be loved, not understood. To try to work out precisely what they are thinking at any given time is as energetically futile as attempting to push a jelly uphill.
Having spent most of my adult working life studying the behaviour of others and evaluating response patterns, I cannot stop myself trying to mind read whenever I look upon the haunted face of another. Though I may never develop the wherewithal to be able to reliably read the mind of another, if I am in their presence long enough and witness enough changes of expression in their face, occasionally, I have been able to glimpse behind their mask of mystery.
For example, a woman's face will never be able to conceal her instant distaste to some inappropriately expressed male comment made in public jest. Only two women who are part of the same communication circle overhearing the same chauvinistic remark are able to exchange the same glance that women use when no other weapon is to hand.
The thing that has always intrigued me about a woman's mind is the secret depths to which it is capable of reaching, taking it way beyond the grasp of any man's fathom. But the thing that will forever endear me to a women is her ultimate common sense when it comes to dealing with a secret past. This is the bit of herself she will never tell or talk about. Whereas males are often prone to strut the walk like a peacock, brag and boast about their many conquests and show their opposite side like a two-faced Janus, the mysterious woman will instead keep a special corner of her heart for the sins she may have committed, along with those sins she never committed, nearly did, but dearly wanted to!" William Forde:June 2nd, 2016.