He never seemed to understand what was wrong with him. He had a great job, a lot of friends but never could really interact with the ladies. He didn't have "game", he didn't know how to lie, be charming like a snake in order to lure the opposite sex. He taught these thinks come naturally, like in the movies, "I mean, there must be some truth in those Hollywood scripts, you can find love accidentally, you just need to bump in the right person" he told himself to feel less uncomfortable about his status.
His last relationship was over 3 years ago, let's just say it was a short one, although he never felt like he could stay forever with Jenny. It was so much of her that he couldn't bear. The way she laughed, her voice, how she walked, but nevertheless he stopped feeling lonely for a while, and it was good. But not being enable to connect cost him so much, and she left him for someone more interesting, a man who was willing to pay more attention to her, and see her qualities beyond the flaws.
And here he was again, waking up at 7 am, on the balcony, zipping on a cup of coffee, slowly lighting a cigarette, he felt like he was still missing something, still looking for something to make him complete.
8 AM, he gets into the elevator, off to catch the bus to work.. not much off a work, accountant for a small law firm, he needs to dress up, use a suit and tie... damn he hates that tie.
Image credits pixabay : Jakob Wiesinger
