What Makes a Good Man?

I'm talking with my roommate.
He's asking me what I'm going to do about the two girls I'm seeing.
"The short answer is I don't know."
"Yeah, I could see that you're sitting on the fence."
"They couldn't be more different. Polar opposites in appearance and personality and culture. Makes comparing them an exercise in futility."
"The smart choice is to kill things off with the young one and slowly slip back into what you had originally."
"Yeah....but...."
"The smart thing isn't always appealing."
"Exactly."
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She comes over and we watch a movie and she nods to me and we go to my room.
She's young and fresh faced and the more independent they are outwardly, the softer they are inside the ice wall. We kiss and talk briefly and she rests her head on my chest and in this moment I am uncertain as to what I will do. It took a year and ****** but I've slipped back into my old routine of womanizing.
She's the counterpoint to the woman I'm seeing.
It's easy. It's fun. It's carefree. It's youthful in its vigor.