Psychogenic Pleasures I

The external lad (TEL) defends himself staring at the mirror. He puts hair gel and rearrange how his crown would look tonight. Deep down he knows he's good looking but he always like to think defects are all around his physical stature. It's purely to reassure that he is actually more than worthy to be taken a glance at. He's insecure and withdrawn but nevertheless his reckless abandon on things diminish those beta qualities. To mark on every mission is his motto in life. A predator lurking his every prey even on a full stomach.

The old man (TOM) sees him from a distance. He show wisdomful angst by patting TEL's broad back. "Do be careful, my boy. Danger does not appear with a hint.", he says. A smirking laugh responded to those words, the kind of laughter you hear all the time from young teenage drunks when they get behind the wheel and end up crashing insteed. TEL preceeded to his room calming down his nerves and making mental notes, letting his mind to inhale and exhale before the perfect plan began to appear in 360 different angles. TEL steped inside his Batmobile. He rechecks his gear and eqquipments. All fully functional.

He steamed his way through traffic placing maximum speed and full charged adrenaline on every corner of the road. Bad timing made him stoped at a traffic light. Swearing and feeling intense he decided to change the song from Incubus to New Order. BAMMM!! To the left was the view of a motorcycle crashing into the side window. Opening his window, The Calm Soul (TCS) quickly rendered the situation to avoid bloodbath. "Hi, sir. Could you please be careful." In a loud strict voice. The motorcycle loony apologized and tried to fix the damage he had done. "We have a lot to do today. Don't f*ck up your appointments.", TCS pissed on TEL with a pitch on large ammounts of self-control. TEL put his head down. His eyes did'nt take it, but his logic knew his counterpart was right. And logic is what he needs today.

The movie was Serendipity. To her it was more than a screenplay, it was her Bible, Qor'an, Tripitaka, and everything in between. The ending for one thousand two hundred fifty three times. was always the same. She still blush and cried. "Look, people are everywhere together hand in hand. Uuh, does'nt it feels nice to feel in love.", she said while observing the typical Saturday night in this city. Looking at couple's passing by are her favorite pasttime and prefered present. She need attention when her soul is down and she needs validation when her soul is flying high. A walking contradiction with a soft spot on comfort. Your typical teenage girl, who despies when people react to her for the strong sexual appeal she has but also hates it when boy's maturbate to other girls excluding her. TCS loathes the girl inside (TGI). Anytime he has time to psyche her, the session will consist of brainwashing theraphy on how men are all implicitly rapist and how women have an intrinsic nature to steal your boyfriend. However, if truth is to be told he is just protecting her from other's wrath. She is definitely a player's block and dominators don't like failures.

TEL knew the routine, showing affection at the first impression and expressing undivided attention throughout the rest of the night. Manipulation skills are part of his repertoire. Girls, you would slap him for his fidelity in the afternoon and make your bestfriends crucify him. Nevertheless, you would sleep with him in the evening. A week later, one of your bestfriends would follow your shoes. Trust me, he is that good. He's just a decent caring guy that lives for the company and contemplates for being solitaire. Tonight is just another time for image self-fulfilling and esteem confirmation.

(to be continued)