Skylar Nightingale

Packing my things for my trip, I thought about her. Getting in the shower, I thought about her. Brushing my teeth, I--. Was this becoming a problem? I didn't like this feeling of not being in control. I was aware of having a woman and saying goodbye to her the next day without an attachment but feeling this way was insane. I was screwed. The fire in my heart that burned for her was doused with water when she basically told me that I was a jerk who broke hearts. Although I had that reputation, I had been delivered a raw deal in life. Don't get me wrong, the relationship in my family life prospered. My parents were in a successful relationship, but when it came to me, I seemed to land in a sea of gold diggers and skanks who thought the way to their heart was in my pockets and pants. Is that all I was worth? I often gave in to their demands, without commitment. They didn't oppose it as long as they got what they wanted. It gave me the freedom to date without restrictions. I was a notorious serial dater and flirt. Sometimes, I contemplated my actions. Although it was exciting at times, in the end, that life was unfulfilling, empty. - Mateo