So I shall set the bitter scene. There is one man, one woman: sitting on one uncomfortable couch eating one cheap chocolate cake with one swirl of sauce in the middle. The man says "It's all because women have to twist sex into a problem, they always have to make it about emotions".
     He might as well have said, "Here, take my testicles and put them in a vice until I scream for mercy. Then tighten the screws". Because that was all she could think would relieve her frustration and, if the truth be known, at that point, her pain.