Darren woke up as usual
at 6am. He lived in a condo in the downtown area and it was nice to
have a comfortable condo by himself. No one got in the way of his
morning, so he went down to the condo's gym and pool and spa.
But he
was lonely. Mom passed away and dad was lost to drinking
and whores. He didn't talk to Dave since they were children. Darren
might have feigned comfort, but he really wanted a wife, not a
girlfriend, not a one night stand but an actual wife. One that could
keep up to his lifestyle, someone his knowledge could heal and grow
together.
The pushups made him strong but the tears in his eyes
wanted love as he bench pressed. He liked to stay lean and eat right,
vegetarian mostly and he knew being fit and able would allow him to
find a mate easy. He was sick of dating sites and could never find
someone like him. Girls with smiles wanting one night stands. Not
for him anymore. Darren would swim until 8am. He had to be in the
office for 9. The sauna was refreshing and he went back up to the
14th floor and had a shower.
Darren liked to pace himself
with breakfast. He obviously cooked often, leaving behind a couple
chef postions growing up. Mom reinforced the psychiatrist in her son,
for academia purposes. That's all she would ever talk about. Darren
got there. 21 and already the mind of Carl Jung. She died proud. Norm
was at her funeral. Pissing his pants drunk.
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