Sherlock hadn't intended to get quite the reaction he had gotten from John. It wasn't meant to be offensive and it takes him a couple of seconds to figure out why it might be taken that way. He still hasn't quite gotten it when he continues on.
"Oh, I'm sure they do, but that wasn't what I meant," there's a not so subtle tone there that suggests that maybe these women are stupid or easy or both (considering what Sherlock has seen of them), but again, it's not meant as offense. He's really not doing a great job here, and he hardly knows how much he's mucking it up.
"I think they like you... and your blog, just fine. It's just that they bore you," he says, and lets his argument rest there for a moment so he can watch it sink in. But then, he can hardly resist carrying on, showing off because he can. Because he loves being right and while this may not earn John's usual murmur of impressed approval, it can hardly fail to be interesting.
"You thrive on danger... all these women you've gone out with have been boring. They all blend together so much that even you sometimes can't remember their names," he's got you there, John.
"Arguably, the date you've had with the most potential, that I'm aware of, was with that doctor..." what's her name? Sherlock has no idea, "...at the circus. However, she was pretending to enjoy the show, which was comparatively the dullest part of the evening, in order to come back to the apartment with you, and she definitely didn't enjoy the rest of the night."
Not that John had necessarily enjoyed being kidnapped and held at gunpoint, but after, it had gotten his heart racing, left him feeling alive.
"It makes one wonder how much tedium are you willing to tolerate in order to 'get off,' as you said," once, one night, ages ago, he'd phrased it that way, trying to get off with Sara. Apparently, that had stuck in Sherlock's mind. "Is it really worth it when the courtship is that dull?"
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"Oh, I'm sure they do, but that wasn't what I meant," there's a not so subtle tone there that suggests that maybe these women are stupid or easy or both (considering what Sherlock has seen of them), but again, it's not meant as offense. He's really not doing a great job here, and he hardly knows how much he's mucking it up.
"I think they like you... and your blog, just fine. It's just that they bore you," he says, and lets his argument rest there for a moment so he can watch it sink in. But then, he can hardly resist carrying on, showing off because he can. Because he loves being right and while this may not earn John's usual murmur of impressed approval, it can hardly fail to be interesting.
"You thrive on danger... all these women you've gone out with have been boring. They all blend together so much that even you sometimes can't remember their names," he's got you there, John.
"Arguably, the date you've had with the most potential, that I'm aware of, was with that doctor..." what's her name? Sherlock has no idea, "...at the circus. However, she was pretending to enjoy the show, which was comparatively the dullest part of the evening, in order to come back to the apartment with you, and she definitely didn't enjoy the rest of the night."
Not that John had necessarily enjoyed being kidnapped and held at gunpoint, but after, it had gotten his heart racing, left him feeling alive.
"It makes one wonder how much tedium are you willing to tolerate in order to 'get off,' as you said," once, one night, ages ago, he'd phrased it that way, trying to get off with Sara. Apparently, that had stuck in Sherlock's mind. "Is it really worth it when the courtship is that dull?"