"To be in love is to be in a state of perpetual anaesthesia." -- H. L. Mencken.
His reverence for women hadn’t forestalled him from treating them vilely. Rae Ann had a point there, too. He’d always approached the opposite sex with trepidation, if not outright terror, but once he’d made inroads he was often over-aggressive, particularly when stoked by alcohol. Even so, he was typically astounded and somewhat suspicious whenever a woman consented to have sex with him, and no matter how satisfying the experience turned out to be, he invariably came away from it with a lower opinion of his partner than he’d had before. That attitude, he realized, had foredoomed his marriage. -- Chapter 22, The Misforgotten.