There’s something about woman I never truly understood. I am a psychopath. I don’t care for feelings and I always give in to my murderous desires. Yet it’s like I’m a chick magnet for radiating mysterious and dark when in reality I’m nothing but disinterested in forming any kind of that connection they seek. I wanna kill. That’s the only time I ever feel something.

“Oh my god! It’s finally my turn with you!” the woman across of me says excitedly as she sits down.

Speed dating. It was a lazy night. I didn’t want to go out in the streets and look for a woman that matches my preferences. This was easier, they come to me. They engage.

“What’s the anticipation?” I question, raising my eyebrow.

She blushes and I try my best to not roll my eyes at how easy it is to charm others:

“I don’t know!” she laughs. “Maybe it’s the smolder! Anyways, my name is Aimee.”

“I’m Paul.”

I’m not Paul.

“What are your hobbies?” she puts her hand under her chin while she looks into my eyes, batting her eyelashes.

I’ve never understood if that’s a mating call or what but I hide my annoyance well.

“I collect things.” I say slowly.

Her eyes widen with interest.

“What kind of things? Pokemon cards? Records? My grandma had a coin collection actually” she babbles but then catches herself.

“I collect hearts.”

She blinks and then bursts out laughing.

“That’s a nice pickup line. You had me there!”

I’m dead serious.

We talk for a little while more until there’s a ding and it’s someone else turn. Aimee touches my arm and winks. She bites her lip and I wonder how she would sound screaming.

“I’ve never met someone like you before.” she confesses getting up ready to go.

I smile wickedly.

“You should be grateful for that.”