“Not everything has to last…. You know…. “

“I’m a rebellious woman. All the boys are scared of me.” She is less anxious now. The vodka has started to cloud her thoughts.
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“Perhaps, they haven’t seen the goodness in you. Or you haven’t met a man.”
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“You’re mistaken if you think there is goodness in me.” She sticks her finger against my chest. “Less chatting, more undressing.”
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I suppress a smile, remembering the night I had noticed her at the bar just a few days ago — she was in a corner, and completely wreck. Tonight, when I saw her again, she seemed welcoming. I bought her a drink and forty-five minutes later, she came to my place, ready to have sex with a stranger, me.
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“I am not scared of you.”
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“Because you’re a man? We will see that after the night ends.”
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Ouch. That did hurt my manhood. “No, because, it takes one to know one.”
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“That means you’re as messed up as I’m, mister.” She lies down. “How many women do you bring here, get them so drunk that they end up talking?”
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“We are different,” I say, wanly. “I’m alone. You’re lonely. And you’d be the first. You asked for that many drinks, by the way.”
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“I’m different. Yay!” She flails her hands in the air. “What do you do when you’re alone?”
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“Try to have a conversation with a loner.” I grin. “What do you do when you’re lonely?”
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“I try to have sex, but I think I’m too drunk.”
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“Let’s just talk.”
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“No sex?”
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“Nah, not tonight anyway.”
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“Did I make you question your manhood?”
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I laugh heartily. “Definitely. So much so that I think I’m a virgin, again.”
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“Oh,” she mutters. “That means, I get to teach you. I’m a good teacher.”
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“I agree.” I move my hand near her face. “May I?”
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“No. Why?” She closes her eyes. “Okay, maybe, once.”
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I caress her cheek and she snuggles. I feel my heartbeat quickening.
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“I can’t tell you everything tonight,” she says quietly, her eyes still shut close.
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“Why not?”
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“Because it all becomes too easy if you know this heart.”
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“Go on.”
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“How much did I drink?”
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“Just about an entire bottle.”
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“And you let me? Thought it would be easier?”
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“I thought you should just drown in something else other than sorrow.”
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“Is this the start of something new?”
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“Maybe, but for the night, you need to sleep.”

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