I wanted him to want me… and an aching fear of being left by him was always on my mind. I was so alone. Day after day I had waited for him… What ...tarted off as regular, romantic dates, eventually turned into a few sappy text messages saying “Miss you xoxo.” I was finally starting to give up, even having thoughts that he found something better… Or someone. As my melancholy kept clinging to me, I kept clinging to anything from him. Reluctant to leave, and dying for more…. I was out of my mind.. .Vincent for that's what I called him I didn't like the slang Vinny it wasn't classy enough for my man I called him “Vincent” I liked the regal sound to it and that night I called out that name many times oh God so many times! He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply his hands entwined in my hair I have long thick blonde hair I get it from my mother she is from Sweden and is totally gorgeous I try to model my look after her from her pictures out of her photo album we could be sisters that. " I said focusing on the iteam up for bid."I'm Nick." He extend his hand smiling. " And you are?" I'm Nicole." I took his hand smiling. His grip was strong I almost thought he would snap my hand in half.We talked and bidded against each other laughing and having a good time til they were selling the last iteam of the night. It was a huge tent worth almost $300. It was between me and Nick. I looked at him begging for the iteam. He dropped his bid rewarding me with the tent for $26.50. I thanked. “Was it the way he smelled?” she asks. “His attitude? Did you look at his car?”I shrug; these were a part, though only small, but what are right words? “I know,” is all I can at last say. “It was not right.”“Just instinct then?”I ask her what is instinct, and she explains that it is feeling of animals that leads them to act without thinking. I know men may do in this way too, my reasons were not so but I can find no better way to speak it. I tell her yes, instinct.“Would you have done the same.