Lost memories

KYLE

I left early that morning, letting Emily sleep in. I didn't know much about her, and I didn't want to break the spell of the night we'd spent together by talking about things that we didn't need to talk about. All too often, I would wake up next to a woman only to hear how she was getting back at her ex-boyfriend, or that she was doing something to bring drama into some relationship she was having.

There were those who were lonely, and those who merely wanted to get a taste of what it would be like to be with a man like me. Sure, they were all intended to be one-night stands on my end, too, and I hadn't ever formed any real opinion about any one of them. But, at the same time, I didn't want the woman cur- rently in my bed to wake up and tell me something about herself that would change the way I felt about her.

That thought filled me with confusion.

I liked doing what I did and splitting the next day. It was the ego boost I needed; a modicum of fulfillment in a life that I wasn't