So he tries to screen out anything that might lessen his prowess if a woman invites him to perform. When a man spies a woman who is really "his type" -- whatever this may be -- he thinks he has found someone whose sexual needs he could enthusiastically fulfill.
Shall we blame him for thinking this is good news for her too?
But therein lies the rub: how does he know which women are "right"?
Our evolving male has tried, with those few cells in his brain devoted to self-knowledge, to wrestle with this question.
This has made him attentive to factors that influence his chemistry with women.
Many of these factors are hard to pin down: who knows what creates that magical heat for some couples?
Nor am I condoning, excusing or endorsing men's methods. "Besides," I hear them say, "we women are forgiving of men's looks -- why can't men return the favour?
The average male who is old enough and mature enough to want to marry has realized that sex is not always a triumph.
I'm not saying he is sexually insecure: indeed, with the right woman he may be easygoing, studly and confident.
The men are responding in kind, but meanwhile they are both, as discreetly as they can, checking Rachel out.
Now it happens that Rachel, though strikingly attractive, has a slightly hawk-like cast to her features, a slight fierceness built into her face, that reads to Randy as intimidating and as slightly masculine.