“Do we need so much—what, Dan?—Slavik shakes his head. “Well, label them, I guess, so they don’t run off to others.” “And you call yourself a macho?” he snorts. “Seriously think you can put any of them in bed?” I shoot my friend a look and say: “If she holds out, I’ll give you my car. No— you’ll give me yours. What do you say?” “Deal! Two weeks. I’ll choose the victim myself.” He flew out of the crowd at the disco and kissed me. And then he searched for me, because he couldn’t forget. And I—really—I fell in love, for the first time in my life. So much that I’m ready to give myself completely without remainder. My beloved, my first, my only… The one who bet on me.