Dinner, drinks, beautiful women...that's my purgatory. Though I was never really all that interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway. Because it's true. All women are in one way or another. There's always something about every damn one of you. A smile, a curve, a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures. My life's work. But then there's the morning after, the hangover and realization that I'm not quite as available as I thought I was the night before. And then she's gone and I'm haunted by yet another road not taken.