You Better think Tyce
He squeezed the last of the gel into his hands and rubbed his palms together before streaking it through his thick, black hair. Inspecting his reflection in the mirror, he gave himself an approving wink as he smoothed his tie. Tyce was preparing himself for yet another date. It was Friday night, and he decided to ask Marina out a second time. The pair had gone to a coffee shop on Monday afternoon, and Tyce couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her gray eyes mesmerized him as he considered how exotic they looked against her smooth, caramel skin, and her long, black curls framed her delicate face. Yes, Marina was a rare beauty. He thought so the very first time he saw her at Icy's, his favorite bar in Soho. The sight of her hypnotized him as she balanced beers in both hands and glided gracefully through the crowds and tables with ease. What more could he ask for? The woman had a perfect body, a beautiful face, and was able to balance beers.
Tyce made his way towards her and carefully placed himself in her path. He felt her brush past him as she squeezed through the crowd, and he slightly jumped. "Hey, did you just touch my butt?" He asked accusingly. "No!" She exclaimed as her eyes widened. Clearly, she was appalled, which was exactly the emotion Tyce was hoping to capture. "Oh," he said disappointedly. "Damn." He looked at her with a sly grin. Her face softened and a smile came to her lips. "Original," she said with a chuckle.
Tyce followed her to the bar where he continued talking to her and eventually convinced her to supply him with her number. In the elevator ride up to her apartment, he smiled as he thought about his smooth techniques. Tyce never had a problem approaching women. They usually flocked to the lawyer with the perfect body, dark eyes, confident smile, and suave moves.
"Hey Marrrina," he said, rolling his r's flirtatiously as he moved in closer to her for a peck. "You look beautiful." She was wearing a sexy, black dress, which in Tyce's opinion, was essential to every woman's wardrobe. She smiled at him, fluttering her lashes. He wanted to slip his arm around her waist, kiss her neck, and charm his way into her apartment, skipping dinner all together. Yet, he decided to be a gentleman, take her to dinner and dancing, and then see how she rewarded him for good behavior. Tyce placed her hand around his arm.
Marina wasn't too chatty at dinner. She kept up with the conversation, but she didn't monopolize it. Tyce couldn't stand women that talked too much. Actually, he had a list of quirks that he found unattractive in women. It all started with Sofia Ginelli. She talked incessantly on their first date, and wouldn't allow him to utter a word in response, so he decided to dump her before he had to sit through a second date. Amy Duddleson worked as a receptionist in his law office. She seemed like the type that was reserved, but could get a little wild when she so desired. Tyce knew she had her eye on him from the very first day she started with the firm. Playing along, he'd smile and wink at her every time he passed her desk, which would cause her to blush bashfully. Needless to say, she was more than eager to accept Tyce's invitation to dinner. He was pleasantly surprised when he met her at the restaurant. She wasn't wearing her usual business attire, so he hardly recognized her in her revealing red top and too short, black skirt. He smiled to himself happily as his eyes lowered to take in her long legs, the silver anklet that sparkled around her ankle, and the half-painted toenails that protruded from her sandals. His face then contorted. Through out dinner, he could hardly concentrate on the conversation or the food. All he could think about were her toes that she teasingly tried to run up his pant leg. After that date, he barely glanced at Amy when he walked into work every day and nasty toes were the second on his quirk list. It seemed like most of his dates were like this. They just gave him one more quirk to add on his quirk list, which in a years time grew to become a list of 335 annoying habits that women insisted upon doing.
His friends idolized his dating savvy, moving from woman to woman with out remorse. Tyce, however, was getting tired of the dating game. He didn't understand why it was so hard to find that one perfect woman, who was hot, fun, somewhat smart, and sexy. But, his luck seemed to be changing. So far, Marina had no quirks. She continued to surprise him at the club. Her body moved rhythmically to the beat of the music. Together they were the Fred Estaire and Ginger Rogers of Generation X. Things were going so well, he didn't even feel the need to let his eyes wander to scope out the rest of the eye candy around him. The night seemed to progressively get better. So, when Marina dangled her fingers around Tyce's hand and led him into her apartment with a naughty smile, he was more than eager to continue to explore her perfection. She placed two candles, two winie glasses, and a bottle of wine on the coffee table and asked him to pour the wine and light the candles as she switched the lamps. She flipped on her stereo and sauntered towards him with a seriouss look on her face. Tyce just knew she was concentrating on how to make this the best experience for him. She grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him fiercely. Tyce could feel his heart race as his body heat rose. She turned around and he moved her hair gently as he kissed the side of her neck. Slowly, he lifted his hand to unzip her dress. The zipper glided down until it got stuck and she yelped with a jump. Tyce repeatedly yanked the zipper down, which resulted in a few more yelps. He then flipped on the lamplights and immediately tried to investigate the problem. His eyes widened in horror, face twisted in disgust, and his hands trembled in fear. This beautiful creature with the face of a doll, the hair of a Goddess, the eyes of an angel, and the body of runway model had a patch of hair that extended across her back and down the center. He screamed in horror and ran out of the door with no explanation. Marina watched him streak out the door, shrugged her shoulders and pulled out a notebook from her handbag. She flipped to the back and said, "shallow," as she wrote the word in big block prints. "Some guys are so obvious," she said with a laugh as she peeled the faux fur from her back. |
