He was born with a fire inside him and it could only be quenched in one way. But commitments were not for him, he was a player and his game was strong.
He knew what he wanted and he set out to get it. His look said, “I know you want me, and the feeling’s mutual.” For him the game wasn’t just for fun, it was a way of life.
It wasn’t just the clothes. Fathers hurried their daughters inside when they saw his ride coming. The vehicle practically oozed machismo, and sometimes conquests were made simply by driving by the right woman.
But it was “The Look” that showed his true power.
You could see it in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze was that of a hunter stalking his prey. Once a lady caught his attention, he was as relentless as the most dangerous animals in the jungle.
Owen knew what it took to be a player. He could be the suave, debonair, high class man about town or…
the charming, sweet, naive boy next door. He was a chameleon, a master of disguise – he could tell with a glance what the ladies wanted and become that man, without missing a beat.
But it was expensive to lead that kind of lifestyle, and so he entered into the dark path of the gigolo.
Lacking the know-how for starting this kind of enterprise, he enlisted the aid of his older brother, the criminal mastermind. Matthew had grown from his evil beginnings (see Matthew’s Bad Habits) and was now the leader of a crime syndicate.
Despite his evil ways, Matthew doted on his younger brother and could refuse him no favor. He took it upon himself to personally chauffeur Owen to every rendezvous, trusting that his reputation would keep the customers well behaved. And since it was his brother he took a much smaller piece of the action than he normally would.
Owen became more and more obsessed. He was always on the look out for a new conquest, his head turning to follow a skirt walking by. Nights out with friends became little more than an excuse to prowl for someone new to warm his crib.
As time passed his addiction deepened. He didn’t care who he hurt. He seduced virgins, married women, he stole girls from their college sweethearts only to drop them when he got what he wanted. He was indiscriminate, all he wanted was a warm body to sleep by his side.
Soon his indiscretions came back to haunt him. Messing around with another man’s woman carries some risks, and sometimes you have to pay the penalty. Being a lover and not a fighter did not work to his advantage in these situations, and so he payed the price for his decisions.
Soon all of the vices that go along with chasing loose women began to overwhelm Owen. Alcohol became his only friend.
It was rare to see him without a drink in his hand or booze on his breath. Before he could even walk, he was falling down drunk. The life of a gigolo was a lonely one and so he drank to mask the emptiness.
Time Passed…
After hitting rock bottom Owen came crawling back (literally) to the arms of his loving family. The loving bonds between them have helped rehabilitate this once troubled youth. Although, sometimes, on some nights, you will notice his eyes following the silhouette of a women in the distance with a slightly wistful look upon his face.
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