What kind of girl do you take me for?

At work tonight, some guy tried slipping me his number.

He started up a conversation about uni and how passionate he is about his studies and his work.

I blacked out after a few minutes. I mean, really? What do I care? Is your name Emmet?

Anyway, I sat them down to their table and I could've sworn he was with a date. The party was pretty big. I think it was a party for eight or so. But he was sitting next to a girl who was oddly very familiar with him. So I assumed that was his girlfriend.

I was standing near the counter with Grace when he started a conversation with me. Then he asked for a piece of paper and scribbled his number on it.

Then he said, I can't really talk now because my girlfriend is here but I'll be looking forward to your SMS.

Then he winked at me, smiled and walked away.

What an asshole. Did he honestly think I'd message him?

Grace gasped then laughed. She reckons I should give him a call. She thinks he's pretty cute and I owe it to myself to at least let him give me an ego-boost.

No thanks, I said.

Why not, she demanded.

Umm because of Emmet, I said with a roll of my eyes.

Oh, that guy, she grimaced.

Yes, that guy. My boyfriend, I said.

I don't understand, she said.

You don't have to, I replied then walked off.

I don't have to explain why all of a sudden I'm only keen on Emmet and Emmet only.

It's something that just happened. I'm not interested in other guys anymore. Emmet consumes my whole mind and body it's scary.

I have no time to perve on other guys and they don't attract me anymore. With the exception of Marques Houston, of course.

But I guess, I'm happy with where I am right now. I don't need to have all guys around me to make me feel good about myself.

Because I have Emmet and I think that's more than enough for me.