Men aren't really complicated. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said, when really it's obvious.

My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.

God forbid that women have fantasies.

Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.

I came up with a story and I wrote it.

Women basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.