The first time Simon entered the Club he was nineteen.
He made his appearance, feeling the eyes of everyone on him.
He was beautiful, perfect, and he knew it.
He met no eye. He had moved to get a beer and take a seat in a corner.
Females came to him, spoke, and all he did was hum, for they weren’t worth breath. He was looking for a woman as perfect as he was but with a certain vulnerability.
He needed to find a woman more beautiful than Lorna so as to make his failure into a success.
He shoved Lorna and his recent disaster out of his mind as he posed in the Club, taking the attention of women as only due to a man as perfect as he.