From the April 2007 issue of Esquire, letters section:

The Problem With All Women Everywhere

The February issue included a section devoted entirely to sex (The State of Sex): how we're having it, how to get it, even a quiz to see if you're getting it tonight.

You make it seem as if there is this vast, simmering smorgasboard of sexual delight waiting just behind a closed door, and all you have to do is know the secret word to get in. You say there's sex to be had everywhere, but for guys like me the door is not only closed, it's unmarked and painted black. Here's what we get: overscheduled women who are too busy for relationships; the lovely, friendly, flirtatious girls in our offices who—surprise, surprise—are living with their boyfriends; the girls with gnat clouds of chaos circling their heads, making their lives an impenetrable mess; beautiful but frosty ones who refuse to have anything to do with us; and the decidedly available ones who you'd much rather die than be caught with in public. So how about throwing us single guys a bone? Tell us something that we can benefit from so that we can join the party.

Kyle Moore
Burbank, Calif.

Women love a direct, honest, vulnerable man. A man like you. Read them this letter. Every word. Except for the "gnat clouds of chaos" line. Maybe leave that part out.
—Editors