On occasion, my wife and I will be out on the town. And on occasion a lovely, well dressed lady will saunter by, and my head will turn on reflex and I will comment, "What a lovely lady. So well dressed and such poise." And my wife will turn to me and promptly comment, "Men are always the first to say how nice it is to see a lovely well dressed lady. But you know, a woman enjoys seeing a well dressed man as well." And I go back to sipping my coffee that is the end of the conversation. Why does it hurt so much when I know she is right?