Womanizer
I’ve been working in the nightlife for quite time some time now. Some dance; some don’t. Some seduce, some flirt. Some stare vacantly at the other Casanovas as they talk the flirty talk and stalk the next girl’s walk, but then eloquence is a killer persuasion and so all is forgiven, but not forgotten.
When you sleep with lots of women, in reality, it’s always the same one. She only changes her name, skin, size and physical appearance. Her hair evolves, clothes vary. There are only two things in life that are constant: it’s change and change.
You might get a new prey. However, we always tell her the same catch phrases, we do the same things… All these words are repeated every night to different girls with an amazed, candid look of a child opening his present. Change induces repetition. It’s remaining with the same girl which, paradoxically, allows novelty. Casanovas are unoriginal. You’d think Don Juan is a hero, when actually he is a lazy idle.
Because we can change from one woman to another, we will always remain the same man, a disciple of the least efforts. Staying with the same person requires more talent.