He looked out the window of his apartment’s living room. The sun was setting, and his feelings were just as distant. He thought about the temporary situations in his life, and how they made him feel so alive. And yet so empty.
Like that one-night stand he had with a stripper that led to nowhere. ‘What was I seeking from that anyway?’ He wondered. The other stripper that he was in love with didn’t love him, so he went with what was available. He looked at the sun and wondered if that was okay.
On his day off from work, he went out on a date with a woman. It was dinner at a casual place. She looked good and said all the right things. He looked at her, smiled, and didn’t talk much. Once again, he was lost and confused. Where would this go? Should he focus on just this moment? That would surely lead to the bed together.
Would she want anything more?
But would he? When he was in love with a stripper.
He decided he just wanted a one-night stand with her. With hugging. Lots of hand holding, caressing, and cuddling. Maybe he didn’t want one-night stand with her.
Maybe he just needed a hug.
But a hug that would go nowhere?
He looked at her with his eyes fixed. He debated all these things while she talked.
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