I like to get to know my girls. It’s important. That’s the problem with the world these days. Everyone’s in a hurry. But there’s no need. Life takes…well, a lifetime, so why rush through a day and speed the process up? Especially when it may be the last day of your life.

People don’t like to wait—for anything, including sex. But they should. People jump into intimacy way too fast. Not me. She has to be special, and it takes time to know if she’s worthy. I like to breathe in her scent. Her flesh. I know what perfume she wears, what shampoo and brand of makeup she uses. I absorb it all.

Sometimes I even talk to her. But usually I watch her from afar first, until it’s time. What sort of person is she? Hurried and annoyed, or courteous and kind? Does she smile? Is she worthy of my special love? Not many of them are in the end, but I try. And I’ll keep trying until I find the one. Someone who truly appreciates me.

But regardless of who she is, when I see her I smile charmingly, smug in the knowledge that soon she’ll be mine. Mine to touch, mine to hold. Mine to love.