Greatness

I dated the same girl through half of high school and most of college. The thing I liked the most about her was how she liked to play and have fun with me. She would try anything I liked to do, including wrestling with me. It wasn’t so much a true fight for me, as I used the act to mostly flirt with her. I would pin her down and kiss her or say lascivious things in her ear.

When she really got stuck, the only way I’d release her was if she said the magic and slightly demeaning pass phrase, “I accede to your greatness.” She hated saying this so much that she’d fight with all her strength and wiles to avoid finally admitting that she was at my mercy. I would smile and torture her until she said it, while she struggled against my hold. It wasn’t only that I was bigger and stronger, which I was, but that I was really good at maneuvering her into the hold that I wanted.

In all the years that we played this dance of strength and strategy, she only beat me once. Mostly because I was so caught off guard by how attractive and seductive everything about her was that I couldn’t focus. But you have to believe that she didn’t waste the opportunity to sit on top of me (which I didn’t mind so much) and force me under duress to say the phrase (which I greatly minded). After that, no matter how many times I beat her, she never let me forget that one time that I lost.