She did not think very much of Men.

He was 28 years old that year when he met her. A good age to be as he had everything a girl would want from a man. Money, career, a nice condo. He worked out at the gym regularly. "Keeping myself in shape for the ladies", he said to her. He never wore anything that was not branded. He was always at the best clubs, the nicest resturants and the hotels. He had a certain lifestyle which made him stand out from the rest. He thought he was quite a catch to the girls.

She was 21 when she met him. Though not old enough to know everything, she had pretty much seen it all. Having been through quite a few breakups, she did not think very much of men in general, and him in particular.

They met at a club that night. She was wearing a black top with jeans. Her short hair made her looked different from the rest of the girls in the crowd. She was not pretty. In fact, she was quite plain looking. But her eyes said that she was different. Maybe it was because she did not care about him at all.

They danced the night away. He said to her, "You look hot. There are many men in this room who want to bring you home." He put his fingers into her jeans, pulled her closer and whispered into her ear, "Let's go now, to my place."

She looked at him and smiled. She leaned on him, brushing her body against his and said "I'm going home." With that, she walked out of the club, with him following behind her. They got onto a cab. He looked at her for a moment and said, "I can't believe how stupid you are. Alot of girls want me to go home with them. You are so childish." She did not answer him. Instead, she stared out of the windows, looking at the city lights. They were beautiful, she thought.

He placed his hands on her legs and pulled her closer to him. He placed his lips on hers and they starting kissing. When the cab reached her place, they stopped kissing and he said "See you around." She got out and smiled at him. "Thanks. Good night. I don't want to see you again.", she said.

She stood at the roadside and watched the cab drove away. "What an idiot.", she thought. She took out her handphone and deleted his number.

Weeks after that night, he sent her a message, "How about dinner? I want to bring you to a nice place." She did not reply his message. She did not think very much of men.

Am i all alone in this universe?
There's no love on these streets.
I've given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway.