Cupcakes, Yum
So he tries to move on.
He's not worried, not a bit. He's not suffering from some heart-wrenching pain generally called loneliness. He's just a little bored, that is all. He can always get laid whenever he wants to. He's a handsome, attractive man. There are plenty of women who can't say no to his lean muscles, dense chest hair, and Italian bad boy grin. All it takes is a charming seductive smile and a couple ice-cold beer. And sometimes when he's lucky enough, they will scream like banshees and leave scratch marks on his back to make all his neighbors and his brothers in blue envy. Well, he's a healthy normal man. He has needs. And he has no wife and kids to slow him down and drag at his feet. He is his own man. He is free. He doesn't have to learn to change the diapers. He doesn't have walk on tiptoes and hold his breath when his wife is having PMS. All fun and no responsibility. Life can't get any better than this. None of the women stays in his bed long enough to have a fight with him. None of the women runs after crazies and psychos for a living. None of the women blows up things on a regular basis. They are all cute, pretty, sexy, and fun to be with. And they never complain. They are too happy to satisfy his need. He's a gadget man. He has tons of tools and toys, and he does know a lot of useful tricks. He especially likes it when they run their hands down his furry chest and look up at him with misty dreamy eyes on their knees. Their screams and moans make him feel he's the king of the universe.
He tries to move on. So far he's been successful.
He hasn't lost any sleep. He feels young and energetic when he wakes up in the morning. He has no regret and no remorse when he gets home late in the night. He is a happy bachelor. He is enjoying his life. He smiles at the woman behind the counter of the cupcake store. She's a bit old and not that pretty, but still he enjoys smiling at her. He believes he lightens up her day and eases her mood. He always remembers to use condoms. He never lets things get out of hand. He's never sure if he really wants to be a father. He had a father once and it was truly awful. He's not sure if he really has it in him to love and raise a child. He wasn't properly taught. And every time he hears his nephews and nieces crying and screaming during birthday parties or family dinners, he doubts if life really has a meaning. He winces whenever his elder brother and brother-in-law talk about everyday life, unreasonable wives, and trouble-making kids. He cringes whenever his mother and Grandma Bella looks at him with sad, longing eyes. He hates feeling like a disappointment. He hates feeling like a loser. No, he's no loser. He has a successful career. He has a good reputation. He worked hard to get where he is. He has a dog. He has a house. He has a life. He just bought a new car. He can have whatever woman he wants. They blush and giggle. They never say no. He's not a picky eater. Like most Italian men, he knows how to cook. He just doesn't want to bother or waste his time. Pizza delivery and Chinese take-outs are quick and easy and more than fine. No, he doesn't ask much of life. He doesn't really need a wife and a bunch of kids. He sometimes laughs at the illusion of a big sweet happy family. He'a alone but he's not lonely. He can totally tell the differences. He's not stupid.
So he moves on and tries his best to enjoy his bachelor life. So he has no regrets and no remorse. So he never ever loses sleep over Stephanie.
She's just another woman. She doesn't cook. She doesn't clean. She's nothing special. She hates doing laundry. He's better off without her. People stop calling him about her. People stop making jokes of him. No, he has never ever needed the help of Maalox. Most of the time he just felt numb and annoyed. He knew she wouldn't die that easily. He knew it usually was her fault. He knew she was always careless. He knew she would not want to be the mother of his future children. They were just fooling around. They were just satisfying their own needs. They were but fuck buddies. They were but friends with benefits. Like Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis in that silly movie. They were in for the fun. They were not for real. They never were. And now she's gone from his life. Yep, she finally made her famous choice. He didn't win. He didn't lose. He was just a page of her life. That's all. Simple and true. And tonight, he's going to have some serious fun. He will pick his target. He will buy her a beer. He will ask her,"Your place or mine?" He will call her Cupcake when she scream. Yes, they are all his Cupcakes. They are all the same. Always the same.