The Price for Bringing Out the Best

I have been lucky enough to have known quite a few of them over the years.
Recently though, boredom has set in and the chase doesn't seem worth the reward anymore.
Another stiff drink; another empty bed.
It's sad actually, because I love to show them all that element inside that makes them so special.
That lets them know they have something that a man is looking for.
That gives them their hope, their confidence back.
While I may get pleasure from it all, it quickly fades.
Another stiff drink; another empty bed.
I want to carry this lifestyle on well into my thirties.
I want to know as many of them as possible and show them why every one of them is unique.
I just can't help but feel as though it is time for me to settle down like my peers.
Find one that I can spend the rest of my life with, start a family, make each other feel complete.
I think about this for a moment and feel empty; I just can't picture her.
Another stiff drink; another empty bed.
So I press on into my mid-twenties.
A deployment to a war zone.
An eight year stint in the military.
A new life as a college freshman.
With many young women looking for a new experience and a mature man.
Looking for someone to show them just how special they really are.
Another stiff drink; another empty bed.