I don’t pretend to know much about romance, let alone women. I don’t know all that much about anything, except maybe myself, and even then, not so much. I’m an eternal learner.
I live a good life. Can I write about it just because I feel like it? There’s beauty everywhere you look for it.
I don’t pretend to know much about the workings of the universe, or the secrets of life, but I know something of it. It speaks to me, and I record what it says. As it is, appreciation is sweet in and of itself.