He couldn't get them straight, even with the spreadsheets and the alibis.
The one in Charleston had a dreamer's heart with not much of monetary value, but her words offered things money never could. Writing not always when she should, he wrote her off: "surely, she's a stepping stone." The one in Chicago has never tried distance before and didn't think it very wise. Yet she travelled and he was with it. She was quick with wit and physically appealing, but he knew others would be attention stealing. There's the one not very far from him, at least in terms of states. Tallahassee from Orlando, she's certainly worth the wait. But she only calls him when she's inebriated, of which he doesn't really mind; unmistakably, she's not the girlfriend kind. The one in Myrtle Beach, however is something that caught him by surprise. She is certainly more experienced in life but beautifully kissed by the sun. Not to mention, she is drawn to him like a sketch artist in the deepest shade of flattery. He was a sucker for an artist in San Marcus to paint her Texas sky- of which she shared with him through Skype and snap, because she believes he's a stand-up guy. Then there's the one in his zip code whom beckons him once a week to join her for exclusive events: helicopter rides, boat tours, and brewery grand openings. A fluid conversation and quick test of their liver, but they both know they're eating each other's time, while eating spicy volcano rolls accompanied by edamame. But he's not exclusive with one, so he feels he did nothing wrong. Except for the hearts starting to grow fond of him, he's stringing them along. For, we all know how the story ends, he'll pick the wrong one. But how can he win if he doesn't play? So he'll continue on.
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