I rolled over and smacked the alarm clock for the second time, willing it to please give me just ten more minutes. It’s going to be a hell of a day, and I do not want to go to work. Satisfied that the alarm would obey me, I snuggled back under the covers.
It is almost time to leave work, and I am looking online for something to do for the weekend. I’m not really a club person. That scene is old, and too many young people frequent downtown these days. There is nothing good at the movie theater, and at this point I am scanning my emails, looking at spam and other junk just to kill time till I can leave the office.
As is often the case on a Friday evening, I find myself home alone, perusing the ads on the local singles list. Ah, so many desperate people out there, all clamoring for attention, all trying to be more shocking than the rest of the pack. Some offer money, some claim to have the best tongue in town, and some are just looking for a plain old-fashioned fuck buddy. As I sip my favorite wine, I scroll through them, smiling and laughing at humanity.