A few years ago I was talking to Kelly. She was in the final throes of a romantic relationship. I told her "Your boyfriend has one of the most wickedly interesting profiles I've ever seen".

"Maybe you should draw him," she said.

"I'd rather do a drawing or a painting of you," I said. "I'm really not that interested in doing portraits of guys. It's a primal attraction thing."

"Yeah," she smiled (coquettishly). "I know."

During my adult life I've been surrounded by beautiful women. Three marriages, four daughters. I don't hanging with the guys. Dames are way more intelligent, feral, kaleidoscopic and impetuous. Sometimes it's a killing ground, sometimes a trip to the stars. Sometimes both at once.

I confess. I enjoy drawing females much more than males. I can't help it. I love the gynecomorphous primate, the sultana, the queen bee. From baby girl to matron I'm all about it.

Better to show you than to keep yammering.