A struggling writer finds his perfect woman
Writer’s block. The only excuse I have for not writing so much as one word in what feels like forever. I do want to write, I really do, but wanting to write and actually writing are two completely different things. I thought this would be the life for me, a kind of rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle, doing as I please, “I please” be nothing most days. It just feels empty, hopeless, some days I barely feel alive at all. I always dreamed of being this big famous writer but for that to ever happen, you actually have to write something and that’s where my problems seem to start. The only things I seem to get round to do are drinking and smoking my way through the only savings I have left. Every morning I wake up in my crappy apartment, just as hopeless as they day before wondering if things are ever going to change, I had a regular job just like you before all this, I quit. I thought if I wanted to be a writer I needed to take the time out to write, a year in and I still have nothing. You’d think a guy like me would have more luck. Tall, dark, handsome and living in the city that never sleeps at the age of 30. Maybe tonight will be different, somehow.
I was right, last night was different. She might be what I’ve been looking for, what I’ve been waiting for. I decided to go to a bar I’d never been too before, a hard rock café type venue, I thought if I was going to get smashed on my own I might as well do it somewhere that played decent music for once. I saw her from across the bar, I know it sounds like a cliché but that’s what happened. She was sat with a friend; she was beautiful but looked genuine at the same time. She was tall, blonde, some sort of tattoo round her wrist, looked like a grunge kinda girl … she was perfect. To start with her and her friend were just sat round drinking beers but as soon as “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones started playing she shot onto the dance floor dragging her friend along and it was in that moment I knew I was in love with this girl.