"I like women who haven’t been with too many men. I don’t expect virginity, but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk, in their kind eyes, in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one like it’s nothing rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works against you — one can’t insist on love or demand affection. You’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give, which is often nothing."
— Charles Bukowski, ‘The People Look Like Flowers at Last’ (via