“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” she asks, her grin more than a little wicked.
“I am,” I tell her. “It’s the Great Secret.”
“‘The Great Secret,'” she says, taking a sip from the Daphne’s cup.
“If a woman wants sex, it’s because she’s ‘sexually liberated.’ If a man enjoys sex, it’s because he’s a pervert.”
“Go on,” she says, smiling.
“Men are in the subservient position in the dating game. We’re waiting for women to give us the go-ahead. They hold all the cards.”
“That so?” she asks me, leaning a little closer.
“That’s right.”
Her smile curves just a little more. “You ever consider the fact women are waiting for men to give the say-so?”
I shake my head. “I did. When I was naive. Fact of the matter is, women hold all the cards. They can wait. Men have to do the approach. And, when they do, they can get a reward, or get their nose shoved in it. If a woman approaches a man, it’s because the yes is already on her lips.”
I take another bite. “Men have to ask permission. Women don’t even have to ask.”
“And you’re serious about this?” she asks.
My turn to smile. “’bout as serious as I am about everything else.”
“That’s a relief,” she says.