Marston Morse was a mathematician who, if memory serves – and most simply at that — somehow defined the basis for string theory. In describing his journey to that discovery, he also happened upon a definition of male/female relationships, namely —

The roads by which we arrive at our insights seem to me as worthy of wonder as the insights themselves.

            That’s what I’ve been doing all these years. Examining those roads in the journey of our interaction with the female of the species. I’ve examined the backstory to these gems told to me by men nursing a wounded ego over a beer or a whiskey sour. Here’s a few lines that need no explanation.

            She was a hard-to-impress cheap date.

            Silence is only made more awkward when trying to fill it.

            Rocks don’t easily yield to blunt force trauma, but a small root will break it down.

            That mountain sure was slickery when wet.

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Excerpt from the third novel in The Dance Floor Wars series: Collisions