Inspired by Lily Allen's song: "It's Not Fair.'
Her mind went back yet again to last night's date. He had been more attentive than ever, letting her speak without interruption or wisecracks, letting her order what she really wanted to eat rather than what he thought she should try; hell, he'd even let her order the wine. Then they went home, where there was more wine, and a full and frank discussion of matters of the heart. He had really opened up to her, shown her that he could make a serious commitment to their relationship, shown her how far he had come in the time she had known him.
And then they went to bed. And Will was still utterly, hopelessly clueless about what she wanted in bed; what any woman wanted in bed.
Now her mind turned to the other man in her life; juvenile, aggravating, hyperactive, reckless.
She'd bet her pension he knew.