"I'll tell you," Adam declares. "You learn a lot about women from dressing up in women's clothes! You learn that when a woman asks you, 'Do I look alright?' what she's really saying is, 'I have just spent a lot of time making myself uncomfortable. If I go out in this condition will I look foolish, or is it worth it?"
"Sheila," I say, "you're a woman. Is that true?"
"There is a lot of truth in it," Sheila says. "High heels are murder."
"Sure," Adam says. "When you ask a woman to go out to dinner it's not like asking one of your mates. She has to stop and think, 'Hmm, dinner. That will be four hours of being uncomfortable.' And if she says yes and then after four hours you say, 'Let's go dancing, let's go to a club,' and she says 'No, I want to go home,' it's because she has figured on four hours and now those four hours are up and she can only think of getting home and getting out of those clothes!"
"Ah," I say, "so that's why women take their clothes off after you buy them a fancy dinner!"
Adam smiles the wise smile of Archimedes overflowing the bathtub and says, "Let me go get some more wine and I'll give you some more insights into the female psychology."
He sashays off in his sarong and I say to Sheila, "I've got a new name for Adam Clayton."
"What?"
"Madame Clayton." (pg 281)
