The Story of The Womanizer

This story has been written and re-written a number of times. Not because Mia doesn’t know what to write but because Mia doesn’t know at what angle to write it from. At times she wants to write about her desire for a man so misunderstood that many have fail to know him in the same way she does but then she remember something he did to wind her up and the rage inside her is reignited again. Vain Man compared to The Womanizer was nothing. Womanizer really takes the biscuit when it comes to driving Mia crazy, both in the bedroom and outside of it.

Mia met TW when she had been living in Barcelona for only a month. She was extremely homesick, hated her job and her housemate, whom she had made the mistake of sleeping with. One night after a huge argument, she stormed out of the flat and into town. It was a hot summer’s night in the middle of July. She had nowhere to go, she hadn’t made hardly any friends and her only companion in the city was her best friend from college who had moved there the summer before. As she walked to his work, she was stopped by a man who asked her if she was alright. Not being rude and seeing no harm in replying, she said she was fine and smiled. Surprised that she was English, the man invited her over for a drink with his friend. Mia had nothing better to do and agree, wondering to herself why she was doing it.

As she sat down, she realised that his friend was actually a guy she used to work with a few years ago. The three of them ordered drinks and Mia caught up with her friend. TW kept interrupting them and Mia found him really annoying. He kept asking her what contraception she was using and whether she wanted to head back to his flat and let him give her a head massage. As she sat there, she found herself in a very peculiar situation. It turned out that they were sat outside the restaurant where TW’s girlfriend worked; Mia had strong morals on relationships and cheating. She had never got involved with a man who was with someone else and had no intentions of doing so but before she knew it, the boys were making a move and her friend was telling her to go back to TW’s house. He told her that he was going home to meet some friends and would be around in a bit. Mia trusted his man and went along with TW.

As soon as Mia got into a cab with him, she instantly regretted her decision. She was in a new city, where she didn’t speak the language too well, with a man she didn’t know. As he spoke to her, she found herself edging towards the door, when he tried to kiss her, she barely moved. He soon realised how uncomfortable she was and asked her why. She was convinced that he would hit her or possibly rape her if she didn’t listen to him and she asked him if he would raise his hand at a women. His face changed with rage as he told her that men that hit women needed to be killed.

Automatically, she felt a great sigh of relief. As they sat in the cab and made their way to their apartment, she tried to remember where she was, places to look out for in case she needed to make a run and any metro stations nearby.

What she later found out was the complete opposite of what she was expecting.