jaylar
Derek had never married. Never had a relationship longer than a month. He’d gone through so many women that when a female would greet him, he ponder and try to recall if he’d had sex with her or not.
Sometimes he couldn’t differentiate between a woman he knew in passing, a woman he’d picked up in a bar. Couldn’t remember names or times or places, it was all a blur.
Derek had developed this practiced slow smile. If he’d been with her, she’d smile back as if sharing a secret. Ones he hadn’t slept with might have a puzzled expression.
Sometimes it was only when he had the woman in bed he realised he’d been there before.
Everyone he’d grown up with had married; some divorced and remarried, some were still married, he was the only one who’d never had that kind of committed relationship.
Wasn’t a big deal, he just wasn’t ready to settle down.
That’s what he told himself.
And perhaps that is true, he just isn’t ready. On the other hand he could have intimacy issues.
Or perhaps he is unable to really bond with other people.