>Go on a date with girl
>Take her to nice restaurant
>She orders a shrimp cocktail and several drinks
>Ask for the check
>The waiter places the check in front of me, not in front of her, not in the middle of the table
>Look of horror comes across the girl's face
>I reach for the check and place my credit card inside
>She begins to tremble
>Tears well up in her eyes
>I can tell she is paralyzed by fear at the oppression she is experiencing
>I chauvinistically place the check with the my credit card on the table in front of me, daring her to do something about it
>The power of my oppression of this woman surges through my body as I lean back in my seat and stare directly at her
>She is shaking with fright, the oppression strangling her voice away
>The waiter returns to take the check away
>All is lost to her now
>Men at other tables begin to stand up and clap
>Women all over the restaurant begin to shriek and cry
>I feel my erect penis lift the tablecloth in front of me
>I ask my date, "Did you enjoy your dinner?"
>"Y-yes... thank you", she says behind a mask of tears
>I lean forward, a devious, patriarchical smile spreading across my face
>And I tell her, "It was my privilege."