“All men are dogs,’ she said. She was right. Here I was lusting after a married woman. Just on principles I agreed.
‘I reckon they are but there is slightly more to it’
‘Elaborate.’ she added.
‘Men chase skirts like dogs chase cars but once the car stops, they are dumbstruck, unsure and quiet.’
‘Just like you are right now.’
‘Just like I am right now.’
We made love but the sex was bad. I did not belong there. It was that feeling you get when you go bowling and you find yourself in someone else’s shoes. The agonising sensation of being stranded in a space that does not recognize you.
‘All men are dogs,’ she said as she drew her clothes back on and gently pronounced her judgment on the two species, ‘throw them scarps, and they would still call it love.’