“Did I say something?” Priscilla asked in an accusatory tone. Hmm, this is good, Jared thought. As long as no one interrupts, I can move this to my advantage. I would rather not do this, but I will not allow anything affect my illustrious plan. “Yes, you did. Indirectly, but yes. It sounds like you want to be pampered, yet still an equal. Like, you want to have a man hold the door open for you and still be paid more than the same man at the job doing the same thing.” This is too easy actually, Jared thought. I better be careful; women gossip about these things.

“Well, no,” she began. “I do expect a boyfriend to treat me like a lady. You’re mean.” Good, he mulled over. I wanted that to happen. I will not allow my desires of the flesh to conquer my desires of success. This could not happen anymore perfect unless it was scripted by the almighty himself. “Sounds like you want it both ways. But it’s only one way.” Didn’t think I would actually quote The Wire.