...look how pretty he is...

That's exactly what I needed to make me feel amazing yesterday - Elzbieta in her gorgeous Polish accent saying to me "You look beautiful! Your eyes are so enormous, how you do that? You look like million dollars!"

Logic. The very word would make any lover run a mile. But that was just it. It had to be entirely logical, going to bed with such a person. You knew it would happen because it had to happen. The only thing left to be done was to inform the other person. That was the seduction. The certainty of the outcome was a great help. That, and the strange contradiction that the bed bit was not the main thing at all... He had been declared mad by his friends as he was off on one of his missions again, flying to the other end of the world merely to follow a line, a thought that someone had left in him and that he had to verify at all costs. Was it so or was it not so? Would he have a chance, with that person, of a life that, if he chose to take it, would become a reality? That was the point. The search was a labor of love, but he could not explain this to anyone.

"And if you're not in tune?"

No. Quite clearly, no one understood aything about it except the women themselves. And then you were in tune.

~From "Rituals" by Cees Nooteboom