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Knockx2! A loud and repeated banging tried to yank me out of my dreamy state. I didn’t mind it at first wishing it would just go away, but it didn’t. It persisted and became incorrigible not allowing me to go back to my slumber.

My head is heavy from gulping alcohol while my razorback shirt is covered with the smell of people's perfume and sweat. I slept late just like the past few days, but the lack of sleep was worth every bit of play time I was getting.

I secretly enjoy creating chaos in people's minds while I make rounds and paint the town red with my elaborate mini escapades. Sharing less than friendly and more carnal banters utterly excites me.

With the banging becoming more and more disturbing, I snapped back to reality. “Could it be? Thought I got rid of …?” I sprung out of bed and scampered to hide someone's scattered clothes on the floor. A new flame came home with me earlier and left tracks in my apartment.

When I was about to open the door, the extra phone I was secretly keeping peered from the side of my eyes. I reached for it and threw it into the hamper in a desperate move to conceal all my dirty laundry from the person behind the door.

… always comes unannounced to bring me takeout food, to gift me with a pint of my favorite pistachio ice cream or just to slip a cheesy pink note under my door. While some people find it as grand gestures of affection, I find it rather appalling.

I disdain every bit of it! I hate it! I always have, and always will. Spontaneity, as despondent romantics would label it, is not just my cup of tea and so is monogamy.

©Grace Ramos