I don't know why, but it hurt that Riza didn't want to go out with me; she even went so far as to go out with other men.
Hughes had told me that my pride had finally caught up to me.
I felt like all of my hopes had been destroyed, and it fucking confused me.
Worst of all, I had begun having dreams, not just any dreams, dreams about Riza Hawkeye.
They were not even about sex!
My dreams were of the two of us as a couple, and one was even about us getting married.
Mostly, they seemed to revolve around dates like the one that I had had with Riza, innocent and emotional.
It wasn't right for me to have these dreams, but it further screwed up my sex life.
I suddenly did not want to sleep with the countless women of Central; I wanted Riza to wake up beside me in bed, which made no sense at all.
I wondered where she lived, and what her job was.
I imagined a ridiculously girly life with her.
Why did I imagine waking up to breakfast with Riza and a couple of kids?
These type of things were for silly girls, not amazing womanizers like me.
It nearly drove me insane.
