“Oh, is he like your bare minimum on dating?”
“What are you getting at?”
“I mean, you’re not the kind of woman I would see with someone who is trying to establish himself as an entertainer. You should be dating someone who matches what you bring to the table, if not more.”
“Thank you, But I assure you my love life is great. Now about you?”
“What about me, love?”
“Were you really with another woman last night?”
He pulls out his camera and shows me a picture of his latest conquest…naked.
“There’s the proof, my love. She has some nice tits, but I think yours are better. Although I’ve not seen them up close and personal.”
“Simon, we agreed.”
“No, Myka. We did not agree. I said I wouldn’t go on any of my festive make-out sessions with a variety of women. No one said I couldn’t just have one.”
I interlock my fingers to calm myself, so I won’t spaz out. “Simon, any amount of women. Whether it is in a group session or not, you can’t just sleep with them. There are many probable consequences that can come from this kind of behavior.”
“Like what?”
“STDs, pregnancies, secret pictures, and videos.”
“I have a clean bill of health. I get my shackle, and two bits examined every month, plus a blood test. And I make sure not to deposit my little men inside any receptacle that can make me a dad.”
“Eew, Simon. Just, abstain. Can you do that? Or at least address what is causing you to act in this way.”
“It’s no act, love. This is who I am. Simon Ashton, world-famous lead singer of Osiris.” He extends his arms in a grand fashion. “Now, sweetie, you can take me as I am or sever your commitment. Wouldn't be the first time a woman broke my heart.”
A little bit of vulnerability reflects in his eyes, and I start to see what is behind the enigma of Simon Ashton. Maybe he’s not the douche I think he is.