My problem in highschool and college was that I fell in love with every beautiful woman I’d ever meet. I love women too much. It’s just the way I am, they open up to me, I open up to them, we connect, and one thing leads to another.

It wasn’t really a problem, for anyone but me. There was an understanding... I didn’t belong to them, and they didn’t belong to me. No one was hurt, except for my grades which could’ve been a lot better.

I saw the beauty in them all. Most every woman even if she thought herself unattractive, or didn’t fit into the average man’s dream girl with blond hair, blue eyes, and legs you could climb, had something about her. Her smile, dimples, the arch of her back, her voice, how round her ass is, how perfect her chest... and her eyes... god I love eyes. Eyes were the one thing that always sold me, if a girl has nice eyes, whatever colour, I was hooked. They have this inviting glow to them that I can’t describe, like a halo, and I forget about everything else.

I never thought twice about a a girl though, because there was always another one right around the corner pushing her way into my heart, and pushing everyone else out. Out of sight out of mind.

Sharing a tender moment with a complete stranger, and opening up to them, them opening up to you, making each other whole until the inevitable emptiness kicks in when you’re alone again. I like sharing my time with whatever partner I could find, it wasn’t just about the sex, that was great, but the emotional rush was part of it too. Understanding women is easy, you just have to see things from their perspective, and that just made them feel wanted. Not just listen to them, but feel them. Connect.

It always felt like showing someone a band or artist they’ve never heard, that they quickly obsess over. The artist becomes their favorite, they’re infatuated for days, it’s a true pure emotion... then it fades as time takes its toll. Still loved, still remembered, still cherished in their heart. It’s a part of them now.

I’ve never had a problem with women, it was harder for me to make friends than it was to meet partners. I think it’s because I love fixing people’s problems, and no one on this earth doesn’t have problems. You can’t build a friendship by building someone up, letting your relationship hit its peak, then never seeing them again and moving on the the next friend.

Then I met Camille.

And Camille to me... is like what nice eyes are on a woman you would ignore otherwise. Camille was the one who stood out.