I awaken with love in my heart and purity in my soul. My friends tell me Im a happy-go-lucky guy. My girlfriends tell me Im a demon in the sack. Todays flavor is Sophia. Shes a short one with dark hair and a horrendous underbite. Our dates are all the same. We eat dinner, then we see a movie. Sounds typical, right? Actually its quite the countervail. Our small talk consists of politics. Our drinks consist of fine Champagne, and after the meal we sip on Cabernet Sauvignon. Our movie choice depends on the mood and day. Tonight were skipping dinner, and were skipping the movie. Were going to my house to talk of times past.
Were going to go listen to music and talk about futures. Money. Jobs. Politics.
Upon arrival I step out of my car and walk around to take her hand and lead her to the door. Her right hand grasped by my left so that I can keep her protected and close. Her whimsical steps glide across the yard as if her feet didnt touch the ground.
I open the door and swing it open to invite her in. She walks and I follow in trace. Whenever a woman feels in control, she proves it with her acceptance of the role of master. Youd be surprised, they are actually quite cognizant creatures. They analyze everything and although may seem ditzy at times, their hamsters are still running their hardest, that little wheel is growing white-hot. Theyre burning with the taking-in of their surroundings and the contemplation of their next move. If you tell them not to look at you theyll know exactly why.
That is, unless youre a unique and random individual. Much like myself. Which is why, I think, women enjoy my company. A change in scenery to their everyday predictable dates, guys, drives, work, boss, God.
Sophia sits on the sofa and sets her purse down by her side.
Your day was typical. Hows my hair?
Lovely, Sophia. Absolutely gorgeous.
Thank you. I spent about half an hour making it look nice for you.
You know you dont need to go through that kind of trouble for me. Im not judgmental nor am I conceited enough to think that you must earn your time with me with doll-tools.
Its the journey I seek, not the destination.
I know. Do you want some coffee? Or a beer?
Id love a glass of wine. I shift my weight on my feet, I dont think I have any wine of her taste.
Ill be right back.
I walk around the couch to the kitchen, where I can keep my eye on her through an indoor window glaring into the living room. I rummage around in drawers trying to find a corkscrew and cut my right index finger on a drifting knife. Under the first drop is the corkscrew. I wipe off my finger.
Wielding the corkscrew I bring the bottle of wine to the dining room. Sophia is searching her purse for something. Probably a tissue, or a cell phone. Maybe she chipped a piece from her French manicure and wants to fix it. Maybe she feels her breath is unsatisfactory and desires a piece of gum. I scoff at that idea; gum before wine.
Shes putting more attention to herself and her purse right now than Id ever seen a person expel.
Cant she relax for a mere second and count down the ticks of the moment?
Cant she fucking behave?
I take that corkscrew and quietly walk up behind her. Holding the handle in my right hand, screwy point facing inboard, I bring my hand in an arch in front of my body, the point of the screw penetrating her temple. I feel pushing hard will just result in frustration, so I begin to twist. The red BullsEye corkscrew burrows deep inside her brain. Her screams pierce my ears and inside I feel a small tingle. A little rush. Ive freed her, Ive given her back to sanity and serenity.
I was this womans savior. I love her, as I love all my children.
Sophia is now the monster in her red Loch Ness. Not I. Sophia is freed as all monsters should be.