Join Date: May 2003
Location: Santa Maria, Ca.
It was my privilege.
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."
"Don't they know that we are in the cyberpocket of greatness?! And...another helicopter!""