It would be easier to play a game of chess with a supercomputer. In both cases loss is inevitable, but I have some idea of what’s going on with chess. I know why I moved my knight to C6. But I don’t know why I brought up my mother, that can’t be right. I can see all that happen, I can watch as my chances are ruined and realize all the mistake I made. Such is not the case with women. God only knows what the fuck is going on with women. My prowess with women can be analogized to an infant sitting at the chess board with a super computer across from him, and he his swiveling the rook around his mouth because he has absolutely no idea what do with it. He doesn’t understand even that it is strictly bound to horizontal and vertical motion across the board, he is trying to unravel the mystery behind the work by jamming the piece in his mouth. And like that baby, I am making an ass of myself tonight, jamming around conversation pieces in my mouth to see how they move. I’ll look back at her and I will have no idea how the situation is developing. It’s a mess, I’m covered in drool.