I was smiling like the cat that ate the canary in all my great-sex afterglow when there was a knock on the door. I turned to see India lying underneath the sheets looking like a movie scene. Her hair spread out across the pillowcase, the top of her tanned round breasts was on display just above the bright white sheets. And to make it even better she was smiling. I opened the door and stood to the side and smiled as the breakfast I ordered was pushed into the room,
�Right there will be fine.� Food displayed and tip given we were once again alone. She climbed out of bed and slipped into a robe that matched the one I was wearing after my morning shower.
As we sat at the table, I felt the same for her that I felt for Sarah. It was cool, it was carefree and there was great sex. I thought what I felt with Sarah was something that I felt because it was Sarah herself. Now I know it is not about the individual, it has to be about being with a specific kind of person. As long as she was calm and relaxed, as long as she went with the flow and didn�t put expectations on me this is what it could be like.
Now I know more than ever, to be happy I know I don�t need to be in a relationship. I�m never going to get married or have another girlfriend. I have seen enough heartbreak and heartache to know that I don�t want it. That it does nothing but slowly tear you down until you are nothing. I have what I want and I can have it with many women, no commitment and no arguments.
�Wow, breakfast the next morning. And, I�m not being kicked out with it in my mouth while I hop out the door trying to put on my shoe.� she said as she smiled and shook her head, �You better be careful or you�ll give a girl the wrong idea, make her think you care.� I did do that a lot. Give the girl the wrong idea. Made them think I cared. It seemed to confuse them. Make them think there was more to the time we spent than there really was. Made them think they were my new girlfriend or at least there was potential for a relationship.
In a way, they were my girlfriends. At least they were for that night or that weekend anyway. They were the ones I spent all my time with gave all my attention to made love to and on them, I spent my money. When I was with them, I believed in treating them as if they more than some random piece of ass, even if that is what they were. I made sure they were comfortable, I made sure they had everything they needed and I made sure they were having a good time. More than likely, they were wherever they were because of me. As a host, it was my job to make sure they were pleased. Hey, if they weren�t happy, they were going to bring down my mood. And no matter what, I am all about enjoying my time. If you were going to be with someone, if she was the one you chose to spend quality time with, why would you not enjoy it and enjoy her to the fullest?
When it is all said and done, treating them nice is just something I do because I am a nice guy. What is wrong with a guy treating a girl well? Why should I have to treat her like dirt because we had sex and we weren�t in a relationship? But then, why did they have to make it difficult? Who thinks you�re in a relationship with someone because you had sex with them? I could see if two people were friends and had a great connection that never involved sex before but when you didn�t know them the day before and to think there was something there? She had to be psycho.
�Hey, everyone knows what they get into.� She shook her head,
�We aren�t what we say we are.� She stared for a moment but I wasn�t grasping what she was talking about, �Women. Women say they are strong and they know the deal. They are equal just like men and can do anything a man and do it the same if not better. If that was the case women would treat one night stands like men but we don�t. We wouldn�t care if you guys called but we do. We are wired differently, we�re emotional, and we do care.� She kept saying we, did that mean she was including herself? A smile appeared on her face as she nodded her head. She seemed to have read my mind,
�I say I don�t care if you call me or not. But yeah, part of me wants you to call. A little part of me will be disappointed if you don�t. I�ll wonder what�s wrong with me. Wonder what I could have done better in bed.� I am beginning to lose my appetite. No, why does it have to be this way? Why can�t it truly be stress free and fun? India definitely was not like Sarah.
Sarah.
She is the only one who truly allows me to still believe that my dream of a single, sex-filled relationship-less life is possible. Jennifer let me down. Jessica let me down, and now India is in the same set along with the countless other groupies.
�Don�t worry. I will not go crazy. Even though I�m going to think all those things and, added with the fact that you�re being so nice to me, I�ll still keep a level head and remember that I agreed to this with no promises of more.� At least she was sensible. I guess that was all I could ask for at this point. I am grateful I do not have a pill popping emotional delusional chick on my hands. Sometimes a little loving with that kind girl has led to some very embarrassing goodbyes.
I sighed and shook my head as I poked at my eggs with my fork,
�I don�t know what to say.� Just when I think I have it all figured out someone comes along and schools me, adds another kink in the chain. It makes me feel like I should just pack up my dick and call it a lifetime or get married in order to have sex on a regular basis without bullshit.
�There�s nothing to say. I�m just telling you how I see it.� I have a feeling its not just the way she sees it. It�s the probably the way it is. I�m not good at being celibate. I want to have sex. I�m not a nymphomaniac but I like it on a regular basis. I looked across the table at her and she shrugged her shoulders and went on with her breakfast as if nothing she said had any meaning to it.
India was gone and even though I had her number in my phone and her hope that I would use it, I did not intend to contact her during my stay in Las Vegas. First, I don�t know how she thought I would be ok after all she said to me about the way women think and how she herself thought. But when it�s all said and done, this was Sin City. I cannot waste time on one woman. There were so many beautiful women and they were so willing. I�m not a dog. I�m not. I�m nice, I�m respectful but I�m not in a relationship and I love women. I don�t want to have to answer to anyone, check in, keep in contact, and do all the work that was required to keep a girlfriend happy. And girlfriends of a celebrity? Well, they were even more needy and clingy than the average girl is.
Carl knocked on the door and counted to twenty before he came in. I know he does this because I�ve counted and generally its twenty or somewhere in that ballpark. I can only assume he was giving me my privacy and fair warning that he was about to invade it.
�Ready?� I nodded and threw the magazine on the bed. It was time for a press conference and then rehearsal. There were two press conferences/ interview sessions and two rehearsal times. I would have preferred the afternoon times but they were for the presenters. The early morning was for the performers. Oh well of course it was. Nothing sounds better than singing in the morning. Those who can�t are in fucking charge dicking it up for those of us who can.
Chapter 109
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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