"OK, I'll get it right now," I said as I jumped up, took the glass from her outstretched hand and went in the kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen, I...realized I was feeling a little drunk. What should I do? Make more strong drinks or some light ones. I decided we might as well get drunk together. . I made the next drink similar to the others and went back into the living room.Then I saw her standing up waiting for me. She said, "I want to dance, Danny."I quickly set the glasses down, grabbed. Italso feeds one's vanity, of course, for which reason alone, even if"beauty" (that is, sexual desirability) were not also a sort of power inand of itself, few, if any, women would abandon. Sexual desirabilitygives women an edge in the eternal battle of the sexes.But men also have an edge. They have superior physical strength, whichmeans that the political and social power that women enjoy is theirs toenjoy solely because men willingly consent among themselves to sharethis power with women. . Such the optimist in me, but it set the stage. After we finally abandoned my bed, he left without so much as a smile. He rose, scooted to the edge, grabbed the panties he was wearing the night before and left. I couldn’t help but watch his muscles flex as he walked out of my room.By the time I had showered and dressed he was gone. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave like that; in fact it was normal. His habit: A basketball game with his friends, no matter how hung over. I myself had plans to. "I can give you a grand but I don't know what the fuck you got left that's worth that much. All your white boy clothes damn sure don't add up to that, not that I want 'em anyway." A few moments of silence hung over the table. "Yo Deon," said his buddy on the left, tapping him on the arm. "How about the girl?" Deon thought for few seconds, then smiled broadly. "Damn, Chris! I gotta remember moments like this when I forget why I keep your monkey ass around! Good looking out, son!" Deon said. "I.