They’d prod and probe and ask a shit load of questions I’m not prepared to answer. If I ever took it further than one night they’d want to start getting to know me. Women are interfering creatures – they can’t help it, it’s in their nature. I can’t chance it going any further than sex. It’s a shame sometimes that I can’t break my one night only rule, despite how lonely my existence is at times. “I’ll miss you,” she said after shimmying around wearing nothing but her perfume for ten minutes while she gathered her clothes and girly shit and then teasingly covered herself back up. I’m not a total heartless monster, and it was obvious this girl was gonna be experiencing some serious disappointment in the not too distant future. I couldn’t help feel a little sorry for her.

Blondie chomped on her bottom lip as she smiled so wide the veins in her neck popped out. Yep, I was a complete jackass, but I had no idea how to handle a crying chick and I was pretty sure I never wanted to. I could tell by the way her eyes grew a little wider as they stared at me all hurt and dolefully. I’ve gotta get to work,” I said, stealing one last glance at her too-perfect, obviously plastic tits. Then I took a hesitant glance to my left and grudgingly made eye contact with the nameless and naked blonde. I flickered them open slowly, grunting at the too-bright daylight piercing my pupils. Groaning heavily, I rubbed at my closed eyes… as if that would make her disappear. “What the hell was that?” squealed a voice behind me. After blindly fumbling for the alarm clock on my nightstand and then not being able to shut the damn thing up, I threw the annoying piece of shit against the wall.

Take My Hand by Nicola Haken