Before sex, women have all the power. After sex, men have all the power. We met at work. He wanted to hang out. I invited him over and we hung out with my friends, had great conversations, he invited me out places, too. I thought, oh, cool, we're friends, I'm not into him like that anyway. I kept finding things about him I wasn't into, his hair was too long, he lived in the burbs, this and that. After a couple months of random hang outs and then a few weeks of not seeing each other, for no real reason, he came by with a fresh hair cut and a bottle of templeton rye. We had a great time and talked easily about so many things, and at the end of the night, he played his cards right and we banged. We started hanging out a couple nights a week, Netflix and chilling as you would. The sex was good and it was fun to hang out casually at my place. We didn't go to drinks or brunches or out really but I was fine with that. We both had a lot of friends and other things going on. It was a pretty steady thing for a couple months. Then, he started coming over later and drunker, and the sex was still pretty good, but without the convo beforehand, I wasn't as into him and the sex wasn't as fun for me. So, I casually said that I hoped the next time we hung out we weren't too drunk and could actually hang out. He responded with a novella of a text about not wanting to get serious and hoping that was not a shock and kosher with me. I replied that I was just trying to also be friends and have fun fucking, but if that was too much to ask maybe our fun has come to an end. He said, perhaps it has. Sorry too say. Yes, he used to wrong to/too. Seriously? Were we never actually friends? He was only acting like a friend in order to fuck? What the fuck. Boys suck.