”“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I talked to a doctor who knew a professor here and she suggested that he see me....She was the psychiatrist. She wanted me to participate in a study here though. I’m still going to see her regularly, but mostly because of the study now.”“What sort of study is it?” she asked, curiously.“It’s about intelligence and information handling in the brain. I discovered I could speed-read about a month ago and that the information stays with me. So. If he’s armed, you deal with him immediately. Fortunately for him, when I raised my hands, he was looking at them instead of paying attention to what counted. If he’d made a move toward you, I’d have shot him so fast and so many times...” My voice trailed off.Carley took the bag and hugged me. “I’ve never been really comfortable with you carrying that gun all the time, but now I’m glad you do.” She kissed me. “Let’s stop by my parent’s place. I want you to be there when I tell them what. "So, how'd your date go?" she inquired as she peeled a banana that was turning brown."It was okay," Alena replied as she kicked off her shoes and plopped down in the only other chair in the room beside the couch where Ellie was sprawled, her mouth half full of banana."You get laid?" Is that really any of your business?" Alena said trying to avoid any discussion of her "date." I hope you did," her Asian roomie replied. "I love fucking; I think it helps me study better for days afterward." Is. They would do that for me like most of the stubborn desi parents.So, when she told me that she wanted to marry me (seriously?), I backed off. So, I had stopped to worry about her anymore. Hope, she is doing fine with her husband now.Now, let’s get to what I wanted to share.Since I had developed this phobia toward commitments, I found it very hard to find a girl. The girls who would like to have one night stands were out of my leagues. The girls I could seduce were the ones who wanted a.