We give control to her. She may take the rope, and even enjoy the control for a while. But ultimately she does not want to be our captain, or to be our mom. Our wives, initially attracted to our receptiveness, now feel duped. They wanted us and now have us, but we have no virility. We have no danger. No claws or fangs. We can feel her disappointment, so we try harder, giving her everything we can: obedience, loyalty, boyishness, humor, and playful affection. But since we’ve never found the wild masculine, we don’t have it to offer.
