A Single

He sat nervously; fidgeting his hands under the table fighting back the sweat that seemed to strive off the attention. It would get easier, ya...it always did. Whenever they showed up it immediately got easier, for some reason. When he was left to himself to only ponder and think about what he was doing was the only time he got nervous. The rest of the time it felt natural to be meandering around like this with the only tie down being his lose ideals. He lived by the idea of freedom, of good times, good booze, and good women. It was only in times he was left to himself, away from the clamorous bar scene that had become his second home that the little standardized gremlins crept up to convince him otherwise. They never won out, though, when the set of eyes met his.

Green, blue, brown or the classic changing of the color guard. Each set of eyes pierced him the same way and left him wandering through the possibilities of an evening or two. Blonde, brunette, red head, brown or a combination of the former swept him off his feet and took the fidgeting away. His smile always brightened with a twirling of the necklace, hair strand, or lip pucker. The subtleties that only made him want them more and, at the same time, made him look at the waitress who had brought out the food. He would do it cunningly so they wouldn't notice and he could just act funny; to get them twirling more.

Their eyes would flutter and they'd laugh and drink more, to get past the short pauses in conversation where he told them what he did, what his passions were and how he wanted to know there's. People to him were interesting and women even more. What they grew up as, where they were going and how they wanted to get there. He had never felt like he had ever been idolized like each women who set across from him had. Granted, every night was not as fruitful as the others. Each second half started with "What do you want to do now?" Sometimes the answer was "I have to get home early, thanks for the good time".

With this he always smiled and thought about asking for another time to meet. Sometimes his words started to come out and he stopped himself mid sentence..only to leave the door open slightly. Some but not most ended with a tilt of the head and the answer "Whatever you want to do". The smile returned but the night turned into the day and the energy flooded through his veins. The night was his; nothing else up to this point had ever mattered and life could pause for an evening. Tomorrow he would wake up more satisfied then he had ever been; floating on a cloud made of memories of the last night and inflated egos. All of it would be worth it at the time; as he laid on whatever pillow had fallen below his ears. For a second the gremlins would return again but, only for a second.