You only live once. It’s been my motto. I’ve been using it far longer than most. I’m a little surprised how well it’s caught on. I’ll explain.
Last night around midnight, I strolled into this lonely bar at the edge of town looking fantastic in my little black dress.
I always do.
I sat by myself at one end of the bar, sipped a glass of whiskey, and waited. I’ll admit I was a bit impatient as I hadn’t had any in a few days. I hoped someone would come soon.
When he walked in, I began to sweat a little. I know my type, and this always happens right before. I sometimes have a hard time containing the excitement.
It didn’t take long for his eyes to catch mine. Then we began the dance.
I was presented with a glass of whiskey I didn’t purchase. “From the guy at the other end of the bar,” the barman said.
He walked over and we began small talk. After a few hours, the barman announced last call, and he offered to drive me home.
A few miles down the road, he stopped and pulled the car over. I knew what was coming next.
“Life is about taking risks,” he said as he moved in for a kiss.
“You only live once,” I whispered in his ear.
I felt him tense up as I bit down on the flesh of his neck. He let out a scream.
After I finished up, I exited the car and began walking down the road.
Another night, another truth.
You do only live once. But me, I live forever.