a taste of *untitled*

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 14^th 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.