Vonnegut

Three guys, all attractive, all sweet, all interested in her. Mike, her current boyfriend by definition, was a really great guy. He treated her exactly the way she should be, like a princess. He spoiled her, told her how great she was, how beautiful she was. Of course she already knew that.

Then there was Chris. Older, much older Chris. Age is just a number right? What does it matter if a guy is three or four……or seven years older? He made more money than Mike did. And lived less than three and half hours away. Plus he could buy her the alcohol and cigarettes that she lived on.

Lastly there was Frank. Wild, rebellious, dangerous Frank. He could turn her head any way possible, and he knew it. She shivered whenever he was near. He read her and she read him. They were one of a kind. No one had ever made her feel the way he did. There would never another like him. But, like Mike, lived over two hours away.

“None of them know each other; have any idea about the other, live near each other.” Why choose now? No harm in ‘playing the field’ a little bite. I’m still young!”

With that she hoped into her car.