Don Lothario

Don sat on the sofa, staring straight ahead at the television. He was still tired from the night before. His friends had taken him to a new club to celebrate his impending marriage to Cassandra Goth - yes, from THE Goth's of Pleasantview. In just a few short weeks, he and Cassandra were to be married. Yeah, he was engaged, but he wasn't dead yet! He still had a few more days of freedom, and he planned to enjoy every minute of it too.
Don clicked off the tube. The news was depressing him. And if there were two things he didn't like, it was to be depressed or bored. Today he was bored. What was he going to do until tonight. He already had plans to play some pool and hang out at Rodney's Hideout. There were always good-looking chicks to be found there! Hey, there wasn't anything wrong with looking, now, was there?

Don sat at the table and ate his cereal in silence. He hoped that Cassandra was a good cook. He was so tired of cold cereal and t.v. dinners. Looking around he realized what a mess everything was. Today the maid was supposed to come. He didn't like the mess, but he hated cleaning up after himself. That's what he paid her for, wasn't it? He would have her come every day if he could afford it. He had a pretty good job as an orderly at the hospital, and was up for a promotion any day now. He hated being poor, and having to work like everybody else.
Don looked at himself in the mirror as he did every morning. He liked what he saw. No wonder the women were always swooning over him. He could have a different woman every night if he wanted to. At least for a little longer anyway. What was the deal about marriage. Just one person for the rest of your life? Who came up with that idea anyway. Must have been a woman!