This is the start of an epic book by yours' truly. I'm not really sure what it is going to be about yet so all suggestions are appreciated. But no bad suggestions of course. I stress this as I will humiliate you if your suggestions are bad. Well.. Here we go.
-The young man was lying awake in a pitch black room while occasional noises erupted from the street below. The young man did not notice the sounds as he was deep in thought. An hour earlier a flood of thoughts had started surging and even though they lacked neither beginning nor end he felt compelled to let them run their course. His mind had wandered from old memories, of both pain and joy, to in-depths reflections on how he viewed the mundane things in his surrounding. He knew that he liked the darkness. It made him feel safe.
The warm body next to him moved. “Incredible”, he thought. The small movement she had made changed his train of thought once again. Now it focused on the weight on her arm on his chest, the warm zephyr winds that she blew into his neck, but foremost, what had it been that had made her choose him. What was it this woman, who lay beside him, had found so compelling about him that had made her decide that he had to be hers’ this night? He let his hand run over her supple body once very lightly, barely touching it, and finally he felt the heaviness that sleepiness gives. Instead of succumbing to the heaviness he lifted her arm gently, put his clothes on and gave her naked shoulder a gentle kiss just before leaving her. He did so knowing that he would most likely never see this beautiful and intelligent woman again. Well that isn’t completely accurate. With the factor of chance, he probably would, but he would most likely not remember her.
He had found that, of some strange reason, women who give themselves to a man do not appreciate the humour in said man not remembering them a week later. This had made him very cautious when women he didn’t recognize came up to him with a beaming smile, arms out and overly happy to see him. But, if they were attractive enough, he gave them the benefit of a doubt and let them go to the second stage of his selection process. This while promptly giving them the name “Honey”, “Darling”, “Babe” or any appropriate nickname that made it possible for him not to reveal that he had absolutely no idea who the person in front of him was.
It had been rough night he concluded with a crooked smile on his face while traversing the streets on his way home. Fifteen minutes later he was in his own cool bed, finally alone. That night he dreamt of an incredible business idea. It was flawless in every detail. Unfortunately, due to the awkward fact that he usually only remembered his wet dreams, he wouldn’t remember a single part of this idea. But unconsciously it gave him great confidence in being so clever.
The warm body next to him moved. “Incredible”, he thought. The small movement she had made changed his train of thought once again. Now it focused on the weight on her arm on his chest, the warm zephyr winds that she blew into his neck, but foremost, what had it been that had made her choose him. What was it this woman, who lay beside him, had found so compelling about him that had made her decide that he had to be hers’ this night? He let his hand run over her supple body once very lightly, barely touching it, and finally he felt the heaviness that sleepiness gives. Instead of succumbing to the heaviness he lifted her arm gently, put his clothes on and gave her naked shoulder a gentle kiss just before leaving her. He did so knowing that he would most likely never see this beautiful and intelligent woman again. Well that isn’t completely accurate. With the factor of chance, he probably would, but he would most likely not remember her.
He had found that, of some strange reason, women who give themselves to a man do not appreciate the humour in said man not remembering them a week later. This had made him very cautious when women he didn’t recognize came up to him with a beaming smile, arms out and overly happy to see him. But, if they were attractive enough, he gave them the benefit of a doubt and let them go to the second stage of his selection process. This while promptly giving them the name “Honey”, “Darling”, “Babe” or any appropriate nickname that made it possible for him not to reveal that he had absolutely no idea who the person in front of him was.
It had been rough night he concluded with a crooked smile on his face while traversing the streets on his way home. Fifteen minutes later he was in his own cool bed, finally alone. That night he dreamt of an incredible business idea. It was flawless in every detail. Unfortunately, due to the awkward fact that he usually only remembered his wet dreams, he wouldn’t remember a single part of this idea. But unconsciously it gave him great confidence in being so clever.
