Yes, I officially yoinked the title off of the beautiful song "Take Me Home" by Aqualung.

And no, this phic does not have a plot. Pointless? More then likely.

But you'll like it. So shut up and read.

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It was two in the morning.

Two-bloody-am.

Erik Destler groaned and checked his watch for the seemingly millionth time that night. It appeared that for not the first time, he had been stood up. It might have not been the first time, but it was most definitely the last, he thought bitterly. Disposing his coffee cup into the garbage can, he left the coffee shop quickly, nodding to the young woman standing behind the counter.

Two am.

He was supposed to meet her here at nine sharp and then they had planned to go to a late movie. He hadn't planned on waiting until the early hours of the next morning for his "date" to show up. He could have left. But he had chosen not to. Erik was a gentleman. No… he had not left. He waited patiently by the door, praying that she had not gotten into a car accident or had been abducted by aliens. Or possibly something even worse.

Well, clearly his plans had fallen through.

Glaring at his battered white Cutlass, he thought of kicking the door in to vent some of his frustration but then decided against it. Kicking the car would do him no good. Instead he slid inside, locked the doors, and let his head fall against the steering wheel.

Why were women so hard? What was with them anyways?

Promising to do something one minute and then doing something of the completely opposite nature the next, leaving poor men like himself out in the cold.

Backing out of the parking lot, Erik sighed defeated and began his five minute drive home.

Did they purposely blow you off just for amusement? Did they sit there all day, creating cunning plans just to squash a man's heart in half?

No… No they were much more evil then that, he concluded. They went on group outings with their girly friends just to set sights on the weak ones. The ones who had obviously had a hard day at work and needed nothing more than a good lay. They had bets with their friends over who could crush a guy first… First they'd set bate… fluttering their cute eyelashes across the room at you. Once you showed interest, you were dead meat.

Then, before a guy knew it, he'd be reeled in- hook, line and sinker.

Yes, that had to be it.

Women surely knew how to kick a dog when he was down.

Pulling into the underground parking lot, Erik attempted to take the elevator up to the room he shared on the twenty first floor. Attempted, as in, he reached the elevator just in time to see two shapely blondes get in, smile at him, and then closed the doors.

Oh, how he hated women.

Two Hundred and Fifteen steps later, Erik reached his floor- and a conclusion.

Who needed women anyways?