"You were about to tell me something about being a man. What was it?" Dr. Lowenstein asked.
"You'll just laugh at me," I whined.
"Probably," she admitted.
"There's only one thing difficult about being a man, Doctor. Only one thing. They don't teach us how to love. It's a secret they keep from us. We spend our whole lives trying to get someone to teach us how to do it and we never find out how. The only people we can ever love are other men because we understand the loneliness engendered by this thing denied. When a woman loves us we're overpowered by it, filled with dread, helpless and chastened before it. Why women don't understand us is that we can never return their love in full measure. We have nothing in return. We were never granted the gift."
I don't know how true this is, but it resonates...