CONSCIENCE?

Yes, It seems that I have one after all. I know, I know. Well when she walked in to the bar, and I made her a few drinks, I was a little busy. I probably should have noticed that she was a PYT. Stressing the Y in that little moniker. She was all smiles, and so was I, so I got those digits and did use them to make a date with the auburn haired, porcelain skinned maiden.

First off, she was about an hour late. I am fine with girls being late, but an hour is pushing it. She was text explaining why she was late, so I waited.

She arrived. She looked as if she had just rolled out of bed, or whatever. I didn't mind this too terribly much, for I think ladies are pretty cute this way. I don't usually see it on the first date however, not at the beginning at least.

I asked her what she wanted to drink, and the answer was, "Texas Tea." Shit. She's younger than I thought. Turns out she is freshly 21. Like very freshly.

We talked over a few drinks then we decide to go back to my place to smoke. Upon arrival she checks out my art and we discuss for a minute. It was at this point when I had the opportunity to kiss her. I knew I could have had her. I looked at the bruises on her arm that I am all too familiar with. I step in, and then turn around and get her a bottle of water. What's the deal? Why didn't you kiss her?

I knew why. I knew that's all it would be, tonight. It might have been hot and stuff, for she did have nice curves, and that young spirit that I have played with so many times in the past. I didn't make my move for this is no longer what I want. Meaningless sex used to be great, but now I want more.

I want someone to wake up with on a Sunday. Brunch anyone? I want a partner in crime, not a catatonic sex doll.

As she walked out the door, I knew I would never see her again. It suited me fine, for she is not what I want, and I'm done with fucking around with shit that I do not want.