How about another, make that a pitcher, and heres my card just run me a tab. I think I'll do it all night. The liquid wraps itself around my tongue and kisses me in a way that lifts me above the rest. I am calm, I am excited . I am inside myself and reflecting upon how great I am. I have overcome the worst and supplied the massses with my vast knowledges of aloquatio that has put me in a place to be an angel amongst lost souls and convincing demons. But unlike them I am on my way to a future. I have it all. I know I look good, I have money, my credit is fixed and I have seen the world more than most. I have friends in high places and I can do whatever I want. Weakness is not in me. I am smart and intuitive. I can manipulate any situation into positivity and easily sway any into my favor or opinion. The beautiful woman in the back will be mine for the night and I will have no commitments in the morning. Unless she is good in bed, or maybe has something that I need. Then I will use her like a needle. Only if it feels good and my schedule has an available spot between meetings and classes and deadlines. She will be expendable. I have needs that are far more important than hers. I will start by simple conversation that shows no threat and then find small commonalities between us and exploit them. I will flatter her with strategically placed words that are both sincere and borrowed. My repituar of bulshit knows no bounds. I won't make eye contact. I want to remain distant and only allow my words to dance through her thoughts. Her imagination will take hold and fill any voids of what I should be, and instead of truth she will see her fantasy. Another round. I speak of my accomplishments with volunteer work and my progress in the medical field. She experesses an interest in sparactic decisions and the yearning for something different. Another angle. I was a professional piercer and a musician with a love for travel and a need for the adrenalin that life can only deliver without plans. All truth. What plans does she have? They don't matter. I am niether interested nor am I intrigue. She is a lonely bar fly probably searching for the same thing I am. None the less, I listen. She tells me of her passions and dreams. She turns out to be a decent citizen with achievable goals and a decent head on her shoulders. Another round, add two shots, something light. She sips her wine with a shy sip that leaves her lips on the rim for admiration. Before they leave the glass she smiles at yet another one of my perfectly timed witty comments that the rest of the place appreciates as well. I am well liked and she sees this. She leans in to show more interest and I reply with the same. I have been allowed into her mind and I am running through it like an open field. She melts away her ambition with the fire that is brewing in her mind and her labido. We make a toast that I have used more often than is necessary, but with the right timeing it is always appreciated when you have reached this point in the night,'To easy nights and hard mornings.' It cuts through the shyness of the night and moves things along. Conversation is more free and vibrant now. We share favorite quotes and discuss art. Its another night at the bar and I am glad to be of service to this poor girl that needs enrichment and conversation. Like a gigalo of sorts when I am payed with alcohol I can make a smile stretch the crowd long and appear as genuuine as Mother Theresa. I am now in this conversation for personal reasons. I have been quenched of my thirst for brief companionship but the night is nearing an end. She makes reference to having a significant other and I can do nothing more now than ponder the idea of having what I should not. Like the apple from the tree. I am curious and further more I am now challenged with the idea that I was the one being used for a moments time. Another round. I spent time on that flattery and though I have done this a thousand times before, I still need this one like never before. The rush is always the same. I feel in love for a moment. I remember that feeling. Just like the feeling of winning and getting what you were out to get. I work on the one weakness she has been showing me all night. She is lonely, and obviously not pleased in her relationship. I am what she needs to escape her monotonous life. So, I invite her back to my place. She doesn't question it. I live near the bar and she surely should not drive. Manipulation. I have done just that. I have no concern of her feelings as we will both feel awkward in the moringing and it is always easy to wake up and mention things like, 'I think we should maybe not have done that, I usually don't. Lets take this slow, I like you, and I don't want to ruin anything. My schedule is busy and...' Sometimes I can't even get that far before I see that the girl erupts into what might have been a rehearsed scene from a day time soap. I can hanlde it though. As rehearsed as it sounds that they are sounding is just as rehearsed as I really am. I have heard it all and nothing has come close to making me feel the slightest remorse. If I can get through what ever line of shit I feel suit sthe situation in the morning, then we exchange numbers. Sometimes even names. Yes, I am that lucky and that shallow.