Any girl would have wanted to hear those words, except Alexandria who now realized the predicament she had so gloriously put herself into. She was almost angry at him all of a sudden. What did he mean he didn't want a new girl every night? That was the dream of every man, no?! Alexandria stared at him in disbelief. He still couldn't see the opportunities he could have, no. He had grown immensely attached to her, something she hadn't been able to predict. And yet it made sense. Of course he would be a hopeless romantic! How could a smart guy like him not see through her and realize that she was throwing him such crazy opportunities that would beat anything and everything she could ever provide him? Clearly, he lacked selfish opportunism, the cornerstone of every popular guy's personality. That needed to be changed.<br/><br/>"Don't say that." She warned him, trying to keep her voice soft. "You don't know the future. You might just end up hating me. Most importantly, you talk like you know me. But you don't. You hardly know me, Keith, and we've had this conversation so many times that I wish you could just believe me and accept it." Alexandria sighed. "I'm sad. You don't understand how this world functions and the day you will... you'll become such a different person, Keith."<br/><br/>Alex was worried now. And torn, deeply torn. She needed some time to think about all this, to pull herself together and think of a way to execute her plan. She couldn't afford forgetting what a loser he had been at the beginning of the week and how her goal was to reduce him into something even more pathetic. If she couldn't succeed, what was she? It wouldn't be like Alexandria. "Let's rest. I'm tired, Keith." She spoke finally, deciding to postpone her plotting for tomorrow morning when Erika would surely want to have a word with her.