text: Hey y'all. I'm normally more into academic writing but had an idea for a story so I thought I'd give it a shot. As usual I probably over analyzed a few parts of it but any thoughts or feedback is appreciated. The Seducer “I think it’s time for you to go,” he said as he rolled over to face his latest conquest, “I’ll call you a cab.” This had become somewhat of a nightly routine for him - go out somewhere, anywhere to scout and recruit potential targets, satisfy himself and send them on their merry way. The whole process had become somewhat of a banality; while at one point he used to get some sense of euphoria after successfully completing his task, after so much repetition it eventually lost its force. As she eventually made her way out of his apartment, he reflected to himself on why, despite its lack of lustre, he persisted in this same nightly routine. After some careful consideration, he came to the conclusion that he had no real reason to do anything - nothing ever really mattered and it just so happened that seduction was what he did. It was no different than an alcoholic pounding back beers after a long shift or a couponer leafing through flyer after flyer to find all the best deals. None of this mattered to him or to anyone; it was all just what they did. By this point in his life, he was convinced that love was merely a façade. After going through hundreds upon hundreds of partners, he saw no way that some how love was a real thing. The most he ever felt was a twinge of disgust as he rolled over and saw that his flavour of the evening had yet to begin to disembark. But, such is life. Falling in love to him had no more meaning than any other thing he did and thus he had no desire for it. He was a seducer, not a romantic, that was just the way it was and the way it would continue to be. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ As he occupied his stool at the bar, he peered across the room, looking out for his next victim. That’s when he saw her - her beauty took him aback like nothing had in years. After being so convinced that banality was simply the way of life, one look at her made him reconsider what he had thought he knew. &#x200B; He slowly approached her across the bar and made her acquaintance. Not only was she the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but also the elegance with which she spoke was captivating. He could not believe what he was feeling - after years of treating this exact process as routine, finally it felt meaningful. Finally, after years of running through this exact scenario in an automaton-like fashion, he finally felt alive. &#x200B; He slowly made his way through his arsenal of skills he had spent years cultivating, he began to feel her reciprocity. This was going to be it. This way going to be the night that he could roll over after completion and feel a smile creep onto his face. This was what he had been waiting for without even knowing. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ As he and her traversed back into to apartment his apartment, he was struck with anxiety - what was going to happen the next morning? After all of these years of practice he had never prepared for the contingency that was this; a pervasive feeling of lust that extended beyond merely physical attraction. All he knew for sure was she was not like the others, but this was not a moment he had ever planned for. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ After their session had concluded, he turned over to face her, and unlike with the others, felt a warmth overcome his entire being. This was not just lust, but something more. As he pulled himself closer to her and wrapped his arm around her body, she rotated her head slightly to face him and spoke: &#x200B; “I think it’s time for me to go.