"I know Joseph has this veneer of a nice guy," I say to my mother, who is out of sight and doing laundry in another room, "But he thinks with his dick!" I'm surprisingly angry. My best male friends entertain (i.e. take me to lunch or dinner) me, but they don't expect anything in return besides engaging conversation. Joseph, on the other hand, has been calling me and wanting to take me out--to lead up to the big finish line, which is getting me naked and submissive.
"All guys think with their dick, most women know that," my mother yells back.
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