When asked again what I look for in a woman—you know, at first glance—I said eyes. When asked for clarification, I explained indifference. The attempt to seem in control. I was told it’s the attitude. The chase. The hunt. All of which is evidence that yes, I am still a young man. I’ve yet to internalize the notion of what to do when the hunt is ended. I recreate the experience imaginatively, whether through unorthodox sexual practices or imagined scenarios that are as benign as the safety of a committed relationship.

In other words, if you caught her, you wouldn’t know what to do with her, besides continue to see her as a prize to be caught and played with.