The sign above the door of the club reads 'Women', but it might as well read 'Genetic Assassins'. The role of those creatures on the dancefloor inside is to consign nearly all of the male genes they will encounter to the dustbin of history. The bouncers look a bit intimidating. The dress code is that you'd better be wearing your best genes. All we can really do is show them to optimum advantage, and we've done all the studying and heavy lifting, gained the frame, status and resources which are going to get us past security. We flash a smile, flash some cash, let's see what it brings in. Mission Impossible is now looking possible. Courtship rituals are compressed these days. It can take only hours until she's safely home, and you're experiencing that ecstatic moment of release. With this particular woman, your genes have been chosen, above those of all other men.

But not all of them. Let's say that you, eventually, wanted to have a kid with this woman. What happens after that moment of release? Turns out that she hasn't entirely given up on her role as a genetic assassin. All of your paternal mitochondrial DNA will be eliminated, by the chemical agent ubiquitin in her egg. https://www.nature.com/articles/46466

She's in control of all metabolic processes in that embryo from that point onwards. If we're destined to be male, then, when our SRY gene differentiates us at 7 weeks' gestation, the testosterone from our own testicles is used against us, utilised to pattern our developing brains to keep us eternally thirsty in adulthood, craving that moment of release with an attractive woman. And the mechanism is really surprising. Oestrogen is always in charge. https://neuronline-uat.sfn.org/-/media/Project/Neuronline/PDFs/2019/How-to-Study-the-Origins-of-Sex-Differences-in-Brain-and-Behavior.pdf

Do women instinctively know this..? Of course they do. Courtesy of testosterone, we are destined to be stronger, more adventurous, more risk-taking workhorses for women. Eternally thirsty, we will compete with other men for access to women, compete with other men to earn more money to attract women, flaunting their wares in the club with strict membership rules, stringent dress codes and sky-high fees.

The game..? Male life is like a game of tennis. We are provided with balls, only so we can serve. Some women are indiscreet enough to say it out loud. https://wiki4men.com/wiki/Krista_Leighanne_Milburn

The block capitals of the word 'SERVE' are those of Ms Milburn herself.