She throws you out

You're currently in Ashley's car. That's because you got kicked out of the fucking restaurant, like a fucking moron.

"Well, like, only certain girls will do anything for you. It's not every woman that sees how perfect you are." What the fuck? How would you even know that? How could you recognize which women were your submissives and which ones would take offense and throw you out of a building for sexual harassment? "I could tell you", Ashley says. "I knew that blonde was yours since the moment I saw her. It's, like, I need to know so I can fulfill your needs better, right?" You are deeply uncomfortable with this, but you're too confused to understand why. "At least today was romantic, right? Kind of an ideal date. Don't you feel loved?"

That question is too complex to answer immediately, and she quiets down as she realizes you're thinking. Don't you feel loved?

"I feel like... I feel like you're doing a lot for me. That you care about satisfying me", you start, talking slowly so you can process your thoughts. "But... I think there are implications of a world where some people are just driven to satisfy my every need that scare me." You can't think of how to convey exactly what worries you to your date when she has this mentality, but you'll try your best. "Did we do anything that you wanted to do today?"

She looks you square in the eye, and says with complete seriousness, "I wanted to satisfy your needs."

And you can feel yourself getting louder, angrier, but you can't stop yourself. "But what else do you want? What else motivates you? The you I was in love with had things she wanted besides making me happy!" That's what bothers you. That's what this deep discomfort has been about. "I want to be loved, not pampered! Love has to come from someone who's a full person, with their own needs and desires, and not just mine! And you had those a few days ago, but that changed!"

There's an overwhelming silence in the car now, and it's not the comfortable kind.

"You want me to satisfy you... by not satisfying you?"

You get louder and angrier, even more than before. "I want you to desire the things you did before! I want to go on a date that makes both of us happy! I want you to love me, but I need you to still be your own person like you used to be!"

There's a change in demeanor that comes over her, but in the dark it's hard to tell exactly what or how. Why is she slouching? What is she thinking?

"... The blonde was really cute. If I hadn't been on a date with you, I would be eyeing her the entire night. And maybe I would have wanted to fuck her if I wasn't worried you'd get jealous."

Still quiet, and still uncomfortable, but less so now. Something that was broken is now fixed, you think to yourself.

"I can get her", you offer, awkwardly, "and you can fuck her anyway you want, because I'll tell her I need her to let you do that."

Your stomach rumbles. "And we can get our dinners too."