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Women are like telephones.

They love to be held — not gripped like you’re afraid they’ll fall, not tossed aside like yesterday’s newspaper — but held with intention. The way you hold something that matters. The way you hold something you don’t want to lose signal with.

They love to be talked to. Not shouted at. Not muted. Not put on airplane mode while you scroll through distractions. Talked to. Asked how their day was. Told what’s on your mind. Let in on the small details that most people overlook. Because conversation is their charging cable...