Alejandro invited a few friends over, they sat in the backyard, sharing stories, throwing a few meats onto the barbecue as they drank.

“Hey, cariño,” he whistled, attempting to catch your attention as you sat at the other end of the table, conversing with your close friends.

When you didn’t turn your head, he whistled again, beckoning you like a dog.

“Get me a beer.”

He slaps your rear when you begrudgingly walk over, humiliating you in front of his friends. For what, brownie points?