Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man

clubs, the country club, the Elks, the Masons, frats—the whole
of a man’s world is built on these three principles. There’s not
one day of the week that we are not waking up in the pursuit
of it. Let’s say you’re not a member of Alpha Phi Alpha, Kappa
Alpha Psi, or you’re an almighty member of Omega Psi Phi,
and someone who hasn’t pledged their undying support and
love to frat on a line for at least six weeks—be that person put-
ting on their colors and let them find out you haven’t pledged,
that you didn’t cross over. Do you know what the hell would
happen if those boys found out you’re not frat? Messing with
their loyalty—their colors? Man, not nary a day. Be a Crip and
go to a Blood’s house and see what happens. Try going into that
country club and you’re not a member. Loyalty. Support. That’s
what men are made of.
And can’t one of them survive without sex. Oh, he’ll work
with you if you have an off week—if he loves you, that is. If he
didn’t care, he wouldn’t bother to try to get your cookie—he’d
just go on and get it from somewhere else. But if he’s into you,
and you’re cutting back, rationing it out, you’re not doing what
you did when you all first started dating, he’s going to line up
someone who will. Please believe me when I tell you this: he
will tell everybody, “This is my girl right here,” but mean-
while, he will have another woman lined up and waiting to
give him what he needs and wants—the cookie.
Don’t get it wrong—we’re not animals. We know things
change, the baby comes and the doctor says we have to wait six