All women are the same to me, whether they get all dolled up or have nothing on - the only thing that makes them different is how fast they can keep up.
I've never loved or been loved in my life, all the years I spent making a man of myself were shrouded by each day possibly being my last. The only thing I feared the most was not dying with a legacy and until this moment, nothing else mattered.
I was told at a young age by someone I respected that one day I'd find my heroine, that one day she'd look at me from across the crowd and I could pick her out with one glance. Shittiest thing I'd ever been told because after that, I decided that I'd never seek her out. I'd never place her in my life or hands, that had little to no remorse for anything.
I saw my future, daily. I knew I wasn't going to die happy and I knew my life would be filled with heartbreak, guilt and sadness. This was the life I was chosen to live and after I'd grown to realize it, I gave the fuck up.
I didn't care who or what entered my life and I sleazed my way through women just to satisfy the hunger. Call me a dick, peg me an asshole - I didn't care. This was my life and I'd picked this lifestyle out of many because I could.
But tonight, tonight out of all nights, I was here to relax. To chill and let each and every female in this room attempt to please me, because what else did I know? I was happy with my lifestyle, even though I was going nowhere and no one ever told me otherwise. So what else does a man do when he has no limits and zero expectations?
"Tyler, you're twenty five tonight. Have any regrets so far?" My buddy Rick asked me, his eyes just as blazed as mine.
I shook my head, a naughty smile spreading through the length of my lips. If only he knew the plans I had in my head tonight, this regret would surely be number one.
"Hell no," I chuckled, downing the last of my patron shot for the night. They all laughed, knowing full well I wasn't going to let this night go down easy.
"You can't get that hammered tonight," Alan, my best friend of one year approached.
We'd only been friends for a year and already I felt like he was my brother. If I weren't straight, I'm sure I'd be gay for this guy. He was my twin, my bromance, whatever...you get the picture.
"And why is that?" I punched his shoulder, the both of us squaring up like we were about to fight. He snickered, falling victim to our tousle before even punching back.
"We got work in the mornin' bud, you know if you get caught one more time sleeping at the counter you're out," He answered, scolding me like I cared. I shrugged him off, running my hands through my hair as I ruffled out the mess.
"Good thing I'll always have a steady income," I exhaled, reaching into my pocket for a cigarette. I lit one up quickly, feeling the nicotine roll down my throat. I wasn't a daily smoker, hell I was barely a monthly smoker, but sometimes I needed a good smoke my lungs out, drink till I pass out kinda night.
Did I already say it was my birthday?
"I need another drink," I mouthed.
Finally the bartender came back our way, tits out and eyes glued on me. I gave her one curious look over and immediately glanced to the female beside her. Chicks hated that shit, did that make me an asshole?
"Mr. Hunt, here is the beer you requested. I assume you'll want more? If so, please let me be your personal waitress," She slithered, her bright red cherry lips lowering down to me. I gave her a nod, reaching to entangle my fingers within her dark hair. She whimpered, almost spilling my beer all over me.
"Oh Lacey," I growled into her ear, gripping my beer, "Let's not have the night slip away. Have a break in ten?"
She winked, shooting me a smile.
