A ladies' man

You're saying the exact words they want to hear and you're doing it unwittingly. It's spontaneous and unpremeditated — and they love it. You're wooing quietly but surely; before they know they fall for you. I'd do, too, wasn't it for my long-time boyfriend and the fact that you're not attracted to me, right?

I nod hesitantly, perhaps just to be polite; yet she's only half-right. I'm not attracted to her. The rest? There's no better way to put it than Mr Cohen did:

My reputation
as a Ladies’ Man was a joke
It caused me to laugh bitterly
through the ten thousand nights
I spent alone

Business partners — part two

A bash. She's sitting next to me again. I knew she would and she knew I would, too. Spent so much time on the phone recently. Yeah, business, nothing more. Usually late at night. Talking about joy, lust and pain business. Pain business, mainly. Hers. She moved out but they haven't split officially. Yet.

He's sitting so close I can't even whisper in her ear. I can touch her though. And message her. And read what she's texting me. And wait and see.

Gathering's over by 2 a.m. He's smashed, disappearing into the night. Off by himself, so is she and so am I.

What is part three going to be about?