What a cross section of comments. I wonder how many women used my playbook. I strove to be a successful freelance (insert whatever. For me it was painting). Wasn't looking for a husband & no desire for babies... but I did want to have sex. So I masked my creative spirit and passion under a low bar bimbo facade. It worked and I got laid as much as I wanted. As my true self guys saw me as their smart, fun, quirky sister. They were and are my friends. Almost all the lovers were good at one thing, but very quickly became boring as hell. Or dumped me if I slipped and asked about their favorite book. I notice many of them wrote in this thread. It seems they really know the score—of yesterday's ballgame at least.