My words have soothed her bewilderment and soon she has her arms draped around my neck. ”Call me tomorrow, maybe we could just talk?” she asks longingly, biting her lower lip in the vain hope to be given a positive answer.

And I do not disappoint her this time. For all that, the girl can dream a little. ”Anything to please a beautiful woman with sky blue eyes…”

”Aww, you are so sweet!”

I grant her with my grateful million watt smile, though, to my mind, sweet would be a slight understatement. But it’ll do.

We then smooch some more while she tries to prolong our time together by deciding to tell me the most boring story about her recent trip to Hawaii, interjecting ”heaven on earth is what I’d say about this place” and ”you won’t believe how amazing it is out there”. Oh honey, I’ve been to French Polynesia, British Virgin Islands, Fiji, Bora-Bora, Dubai, Bali…do you really want to go there? I don’t think so. Actually I’ve grown quite impatient with her, waiting for her to leave my damn penthouse already, so I do the only thing that would shut her up – and this would be another smoldering kiss – before telling her that she’ll be missed and that I’ll call her, in sum – promising her the moon and stars.

After she finally walks out the door, I release a big relieved sigh. That was excruciating. Must she be so…so too much? Why does every woman I date has to be so too much? All I want is to have fun and live my life to the fullest.

My mother told me once: ”One day you are going to pay for being so libertine and unappreciative for what you have at the moment.” It’s not exactly that I am libertine, more like freedom-loving and in constant pursuit of adventure. It runs through my blood, this is real me. And all these women always want to take that from me, to change me, to turn me into their domestic animal. Of course I would be unappreciative.

I’ve done plenty of mistakes when I was about 19-21 years old. I fell for one woman, fell pretty hard, only to be deceived in the end. She played me like a violin, but I preferred to turn a blind eye to it, to let her play me, because damn, did she do that well. I was skating on thin ice at one point, and if my mother didn’t help me come to my senses in time, I would have collapsed through that ice and lost myself in her dominating personality for her to keep riding roughshod over me.