The Journal of Zachariah Switch

Why I'll Never Marry [Part 1]

I'm not relationship person. I never have been. I don't have that burning desire to find the love of my life, unlike so many my age . I try to explain that to my conquests; however, my words almost always fall on deaf ears.





I have never led anyone to believe that I might consider being in a relationship with them. The realization of this fact comes to each person at different speeds. Some don't care and are happy to have me--if only for one night while others convince themselves that I am just secretive about my 'feelings'. These more naive people, I've found, can be more erratic when they realize the truth. Leslie was one of these.





Leslie and I first met a couple of months ago. I was at one of the family's casinos in Region Six playing tievel with house cred at a table that had four players left, when she came up to me with a glass of black fire--my favorite drink. At the time I thought it was a coincidence, but now that I look back on it, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that she had been stalking me prior to that moment.





She was wrapped in tight indigo fabric that clung to her decent breasts so forcibly that it looked as if they were fighting for air. While she just stood and watched the game for a few minutes, the combination of booze and breasts distracted me enough to lose track of the rat, and I lost. After which, I approached her.