Romance novels

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Look at the "Mills & Boon" and other such novels.

They all seem to feature a shy young woman who is isolated in a strange place to get a job.
She has no backup from family and friends.

She is forced into the company of a nasty man. He is loud, demanding and arrogant. She hates him and fears him.

But then he bops her over the head with his club and drags her back to his cave declaring his passionate love for her.

Is this what women want? Who knows? Millions of women read those books.

No Wombat....

I've neven understood what was even remotely attractive about romance novels.

No, like a lot of other things, it's fantasy. What you fantasize about and what you want can be two different things.

I think some women read it because they like the idea of such passionate desire and being the object of someone's affection. Not a lot of people have that kind of spontaneous sexual experience so it becomes a fantasy.

If someone came up to me and said: In my right hand I have a romance novel for you to read, whereas my left hand offers you a pair of scissors with which you can cut off both of your ears...

I would quickly find myself reaching for the guy's left hand.

Most people don't actually read those stupid things, they just flip through to the sex part.

There's a saying in the Adult/pron industry -- "Men buy porn, Women buy romance novels."

Both products have a similar effect on the respective brains of the purchasers -- men are more likely to be stimulated visually, while women are more about the building relationship, intrigue, and romance. Both products are also composed almost entirely of unrealistic fantasy -- don't take them seriously.

It is just like sex with an average woman.

200 pages of cuddling and talking about your feelings just to get to 2 pages of sex where the accurate names of the genitals have been replaced with silly childish monikers like "man-meat" or "purple-helmeted love warrior"

i am careful not to step on "rome ants".

but really... i can not look out for them all day, and inevitably, if they crawl across my trajectory, they will be crushed under my feet in ignorance.

argentine ants are nearly as bad.

It's fantasy, my love.
Don't copy this behaviour.
Women are naturally drawn to twats, I think...the bad boys, you know, the naughty kids at school were the ones everyone fancied...then we grow up and realise they're complete nobs and find someone sensitive and worthwhile. But we would still like to think we could be part of some far-fetched, romantic power struggle...