Sexually Bound With Billionaire

My name is Alexia . a twenty-five year old, optimistic girl; who is filled with wily charms and lofty aspirations for the future. But, at this particular moment; the current situation is forcing my future to seem not so bright . perhaps, looking even a bit bleak . as I numbly sit here, freaking bored out of my mind; suffering through what I believe might be the twentieth blind date arranged for me within the past three months, if I'm not mistaken. The harshly sad reality is; I've been on so many of them already . a virtual never-ending, redundant chain of meaningless dates that seem to overlap and blend together . that I've lost count.

And; what's really making today's 'train wreck of a blind date' so exasperatingly tiring, is the oblivious dullard sitting opposite me . who must be suffering from delusions of grandeur, being how he's under the insane belief that he's some sort of irresistible 'Ladies' Man'; considered to be a 'great catch'. A pure narcissist through and through; who's clearly lacking a tight grasp on reality . in other words; he's a true 'legend in his own mind'. It's obvious that this guy doesn't have a clue . or; a mirror, for that matter.

Let's put aside for the moment that he's a few inches shorter than I am . which could explain his apparent 'Napoleon Complex'; that I instantly picked up on from the way he was treating the waitress . his overall appearance and looks are at best minimally average; even possibly being considered to be nondescript. And, if you were to take away that cocky arrogance and nasty rudeness; he'd probably be left with a personality as bland as the stale taste of the evidently expired salt and pepper sitting on the table . and; after listening to him inanely rambling on . with just a barely higher IQ level than them.

Yet, despite all of his clearly evident shortcomings and flaws; he still surprisingly manages to exude an air of confidence . or, perhaps; it would be more accurate to say over-confidence. Case in point; we've only known each other for about an hour, or so; and, he's already just proposed for us to get married.

Again . clearly lacking a tight grasp on reality. . I honestly have no idea what this guy is thinking . if he's bothering to think at all. Actually, now that I think about it; it's probably a case of him thinking with the wrong head . the little one resting between his legs.

This guy clearly lacks any substance . nor; has any appreciation for anything with it, probably . and; I could tell from that lustful stare in his eyes while he was ogling over my body when I first entered the restaurant, that he was only interested in my physical beauty. Which really isn't too surprising . after all; I'm often complimented on my goods looks, and told that I'm a very