"Not all men," he casually argues, tossing a chocolate into his mouth.

She doesn't blink. Instead, her fingers curl around the box of chocolates between them, and she smiles. "Okay. But if I take this box of chocolates, poison one in front of you, shake the box, and offer you one", she raises an eyebrow, "would you take it?"

The chocolate in his mouth suddenly feels too thick, too sweet. A disbelieving laugh escapes him. "Good lord, you are crazy."

"Oh no no, I'm not crazy," she says trying to fight the smirk at his reaction. "I'm just working with the numbers. When one in four is poisoned, you check every piece."

l excerpts from a novel I will never write

~~~ thenevernovel, Instagram

@ics As I have no interest whatsoever in any human being except my wife for company, I'll say OK. Assume that I'm basically Trump, if that provides you with a way to live your best life, which I wholeheartedly want you to do.

But how can we motivate men to better themselves if the explicit policy is that it will make no difference whatsoever for them and they'll stay enemies of womankind either way?

@zappes @ics
That isn't the policy, explicit or implicit, so back up one. To claim they are enemies (or even seen to be so) is a truly unwarranted exaggeration.

Women have cause to not trust men by default, which is different from distrusting men by default (and some women have cause for that posture).