Nicholas is an expert.

"I don't understand."

"OK, but it seems like the ultimate problem to have."

"She has given me everything."

"OK."

"Why can't you see how dangerous this is? Why can't you see how this--in the end, will make her less attractive, will make this not work. Who wants a woman who have given up the mystery."

"A woman has submitted to you. She's attractive. It could only mean you take advantage of it. I can't wrap my mind around any other actions."

"You can't?"

"I can't."

"I know you can't. I also know you can't tie your shoes without your index finger. I on the other hand can't help but wonder why a woman completely gives over her power. How can a woman who sits strongly in a normal life of children work and Volvo's, sign off for release of the sexual, physical and mental? This only happens for a night with some of the woman you frequent."

"Making me an expert."

"This doesn't happen in my world."

"What world is that Frodo?"

"A world that I felt I graduated from. I'm not a sexual craving adolescent with a penchant for looking up skirts at the mall."

"Don't worry I'm not offended."

"I'm not seeking this, and a woman just hands me every key on the ring. I don't give a fuck what you are going to churn out of your mouth, the shit frustrates me."

"Then you must be responsible for some of it."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"I said huh. What do you mean?"

"Just because you're not sitting in the Champaign room with me and instead the public library on 5th. It doesn't mean you can't draw pole dancing out of Zora Neale Hurston."

"Like I'm asking for this."

"You got to be."

"I'm not."

"I don't know."

"I know.

"But you called something up on the phone and decided against your bodies appetite. Do you have her number?"

"I don't know. What the shit could I be asking for? All I know is I personally did this in many painstaking ways with women in the past and hated that behavior in myself. I didn't dig it."

"You did it?"

"I did this, yes. I'm an expert."

"OK."

"What?"