Aesthetics- A Short Story

I‘m the physical embodiment of “he’s the whole package but not physically packaged right.”

He knew this right away. The answers were right there, every time a woman would look at him with eyes that wanted him but not quite present either.

They’re trying to imagine him in their lives- where he fits in with family and friends, work functions, etc- and no matter how hard they tried none of the women could make the blurry image clear.

Aesthetics matter. People seem to forget that no matter the contents of the package, if the exterior doesn’t also match, a return must be made.

He knew only very specific types were after him but seemed to pop up every so often, when the chemistry (and stars, if you believe in that sort of thing, were aligned- he doesn’t) finally mixes correctly.

He’s tired of the trials. This isn’t a race, and he doesn’t have a biological clock, but time does seem to be running out. Too many short sprints when he’s ready to run marathons.

He got straight to the point with this one, sending a message that, under other circumstances, would be considered risky, but the chemistry was just too fine-tuned to not say it: This is inevitably going to end up in your bed anyway, and we want that so badly. So let’s skip the filler episodes & get to episodes that matter.

It never did lead there, however. Not for a lack of effort on his end. An almost 32 year old who can’t keep plans. Ironically the profile she used to communicate with him had “I’d get into something casual if the person were reliable” written.