I’d simply go ahead and quote a little from Sallinger’s Catcher in the Rye tonight –
I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never knowwhere the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
There isn’t any night club in the world you can sit in for a long time unless you can at least buy some liquor and get drunk. Or unless you’re with some girl that really knocks you out.
The trouble with girls is, if they like a boy, no matter how big a bastard he is, they’ll say he has an inferiority complex, and if they don’t like him, no matter how nice a guy he is, or how big an inferiority complex he has, they’ll say he’s conceited. Even smart girls do it.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.
I mean most girls are so dumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their brains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate, she just hasn’t any brains.
It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.