Kristian MichailIt's 2018. I'm 25. Friday night drinks with the boys. After a few rums you start to make some noise. I pop out for a smoke. A girl asks me for a lighter. Her friends were all hot I couldn't decide who was tighter. We share a laugh. They ask the big question "So what star sign are you, Mr. Kristian?" They meet the lads. We go back to ours. We get on the bags for a couple of hours. I kiss one. I sleep with one another the sly. I wanted all of these women, does that make me a bad guy? I’ve got all their details. I later message them all. Am I stupid enough to think that girls do not talk?
Single life can be like playing at the casino. The chips were stacked. I was on a roll. A certain hot-streak that nobody could control. The girl gang turn off me. The boys ghost me the week after. What started out friendly ends in disaster. Taking gambles. Taking risks. Things can get ridiculous when you think with your dick. No regrets though. Fuck it was insane. Drink enough rum and I'd probably do it all over again. I'd rather be honest and give life a crack. Zero fucking interest in holding myself back. I learn one lesson. The lesson is this. "The casino always wins" is a hard one to dismiss. As long as you can realise when you have your head up your ass. You can laugh at yourself and show a little class. Humbled by the universe. Brought back to the centre. A little bit wiser for the next Casino you enter.
With love, Kristian Michail.