CHAPTER FIVE
My Daughter, observe my counsel, for the heart of a man is like unto a Broadway car, in which there is always room for one more.
Behold, in matters of love, a woman is a specialist, but a man is a general practitioner. Yea, a woman loveth but one type—even one man—but a man loveth anything which happeneth to be at hand.
Lo, he that weddeth a brunette shall ever after seek peroxide blondes; and he that marryeth a pink and yellow doll shall acquire a sudden interest in intellect and brunettes. For variety is the spice of love.
Moreover, a woman is an epicure in love, but a man is a gourmand.
In the love-feast, a woman desireth but one course at a time; but a man relisheth them all served at once, like unto a dinner at a country inn.
Yea, he mixeth his flirtations, even as he mixeth his libations, and wondereth sadly why he awakeneth always with an headache.
Verily, verily, even thy Father, Solomon, had not more than enough wives. For every man requireth at least two soul-mates.
One for Sundays—and one for week days.
One to amuse him—and one to wait upon him.
One to save his soul—and one to save his pennies.
One to help him make a fortune—and one to help him spend it.
One for his lighter side—and one for his darker side.
One for company, one for comfort, one for inspiration, one for pastime—and many others, for a change.
SELAH.