On the way home, he wondered if New York was full of women who had three brandies and then wanted to go to bed. The idea should have been exhilarating; six hours ago he'd been hoping to find even one female open to suggestion. The trouble was that Miss Jepley was too open, to the point of suggesting everything herself. And yet she wasn't a floozy. He thought it was too bad she couldn't get married. Then he thought gloomily that marriage was no solution.

-- from The Form Divine (1951)