She thinks hard about men saying wonderful things to her like, frankly I love you. Men like Humphrey Bogart. Men like her father, and even men that she thinks her mother likes. All kinds of men. Because she is a young girl who hears a different romance in every song, and whenever she looks into the eyes of a man, she allows herself the possibility of love with him. She looks at him like the women do in the material that inspires her fantasies, like the movies and romance novels. The men look back plainly, unable to comprehend. She pities men for their manly inhibitions. She pulls back the vale over her secret fantasy life.