Who doesn’t want to understand what men are thinking? I’m not sure that’s really possible. I have it on good authority that there are many time they don’t think at all. For a female, that is almost incomprehensible. Yet as an author, even if I still don’t quite get it, I need to be able to portray male POV in my books.
I have two quotes from men that I think sum it up pretty well. The first is from
Dave Berry: Guys are simple… women are not simple and they always assume that men must be just as complicated as they are, only way more mysterious. The whole point is guys are not thinking much. They are just what they appear to be. Tragically.
The second appeared on Facebook yesterday: Bob Dunbar. Woman’s personal Classified ad: “like long walks on the beach, sharing conversations in front of the fireplace; intimate dinners for two…” Man’s classified ad: “Horny dude. Wants to plow you like forty acres of soybeans.”
Last February I asked my readers to inquire of their significant others (only men in this case) why he loved her. The answers posted were hilarious, but almost all the same. Men just don’t like to think about it. So what is a writer supposed to do? I suggest cutting down on all the hearts and flowers stuff. In general, men just don’t think that way. They are much more likely, at least in initial attraction, to focus on the physical assets of a woman rather than their minds.
Please post an excerpt, if you have one, and /or tell me if you think I got in mine. Here is an excerpt from Lady Caro’s Accidental Marriage. It is in Lord Huntley, my hero’s POV.
Mid- October, 1816, Padua, Italy
Gervais, Earl of Huntley, heir to the Marquis of Huntingdon, followed Lady Caroline Martindale up the narrow stairs of an inn in Padua, Italy. He struggled to keep a smile off his face as he enjoyed the view of her lush derrière and reflected on how nicely it would fit in his hands. She glanced back over her shoulder and glared. Widening his eyes, he lifted a brow and gave her the most innocent look he possessed. She stopped, causing him to almost, but not quite, make contact with the object in question. So close. Who could blame him for wanting to reach the few short inches and caress?
Lady Caro closed her eyes briefly, clenching her jaw. “My lord, perhaps I should follow you up the stairs.”
He started to bow then realized that if he did, he’d be so close his lips could brush against her bottom. She must have had the same thought as she hastily backed against the wall, thus removing the tempting sight.
He stifled a sigh and climbed past her. “Thank you, my lady.”
She inclined her head stiffly. “My lord.”