I have quite a few female friends because of my profession, my location, and my love for having women constantly around me for flirting and value boosting. I've found that if I rotate them in small bursts and never hang out with one of them twice the same week, I never get irritated or bothered by their capricious whims.
Because of their compulsion to be validated and verified, and because they know I'll openly judge and criticize them--fairly but bluntly---they tell me of all their sexual conquests and mishaps.
The one unavoidable, defining factor: They Never Suck Dick In Their Stories.
They'll tell me about the seduction, the feelings they felt, the way their toes curled, the sweating, biting, spanking, scratching, where they fucked, even how long, but they'll never, ever tell me how they sucked dick.
I try and tell men that all of women's stories are edited in their head and this is the perfect example. They'll tell you about how a man went down on them for 30 minutes, or how much stuff he bought her, but they'll never tell you how much dick they sucked to get it.