Page 2 of The Other Guy

I don’t respond. Within the week, I’ll have channeled a nicer version of Toolbag and broken up with her, just as I’ve done with the last fourteen because something about his magic dick has them begging for more. And in the meantime, I’ll probably have received at least three or four more texts from his latest conquests. Asshole. I might be a little jealous. Not for the treating women like shit or sleeping with a new one every single night. But that he’s putting himself out there, something I haven’t made an effort to do in so long.

Tossing my phone aside, I lift the bottle to my lips and drain the last of my piss warm beer and wince.

The game isn’t holding my attention so I turn it off, make my way to the kitchen, and dump my bottle in the recycling bin. Leaning over the counter, I look out the window that sits above my kitchen sink that looks out at my snow-covered backyard. The stillness of the night is peaceful but still makes me pause and think about what else could be out there for me. I’m content with my life the way it is, but there’s something niggling in the back of my mind that tells me I’m settling.

I spin away from the window and grunt at the thought. I’m happy and plenty satisfied, though possibly a bit lonely even though I have a large family that lives close and gets together often. I turn off all the lights, plug in my phone to charge it in the living room rather than on my nightstand, something I had to start doing after Toolbag began using my phone number and I was being woken up from receiving texts all hours of the night, and get ready for bed. Toolbag’s life is clearly far more interesting than mine.

Stripping down to nothing, I climb between the stark white sheets and stare at the ceiling. I don’t worry about an alarm. I’m up by five a.m. every single day regardless, my internal clock working overtime. From the living room I hear my phone chime with a text and I roll over, bringing a pillow along with me to cover my head.

“Fuck me.”

I snort, thinking those are probably the same words Toolbag’s girl of the moment said to him earlier tonight.

Lucky bastard.

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