I was a pretty confident, smart, take-no-bullshit young woman, and I always attracted men who would fall over themselves to do what I wanted (even before I really figured out what I wanted). Given my later proclivities, I should have been happy with that, right?
But I found them insufferably dull because I would push at them, and they would roll over at the slightest hint of my disapproval, would become scared to even express … Continue Reading