There was a always this sense of danger whenever he would visit his girlfriend. She lived down a dark scary alley and up a flight of stairs. He would pull his shoulders back and walk through the alley with a gait of masculine aggressiveness. He had a look in his eye that gave the impression he was about to punch someone for no reason. As he walked up the stairway to her little apartment, he felt a certain power. It was the call of the wild and he liked it. As he entered her apartment and looked at her collection of cute stuffed animals, Hello Kitty pillows and sunflower paintings, the call of the wild had suddenly become a meow.