Most men have but one woman in their lives, yet I am an exception. For I have oodles of women. Right here at my house.
And these numbers do not include family members such as my wife and her mother, nor the most demanding female I know -- my dog, Tofu.
Who are these women? Beats me. I can only recall the names of one or two. The rest are just a blur of black hair and brown sugar eyes. When I return home and tug open the door, I have no idea what female face will wait there to greet me.