She likes aggressive men. She likes to sit at a bar and have a man come up to her and say, Here, drink this. I couldn’t believe it. You like a man to tell you what to do, just like that? I said. It’s demeaning. No, she said. It’s just what I like. I can’t help it. So if I did that to you, I said, you’d find it sexy? I know you, she said. I know you wouldn’t do that. Shut the hell up! I said. You don’t know what you like! Did that work? A little, she said. I felt a little something, but you just have to have it. You can’t fake it. Shut up, I said.