He was putting too much thought into this...
It was supposed to be instinct, sudden, primal. The first thing that walked by, he was supposed to pounce. But he couldn't help hesitating. False start after false start. This one too high-profile, this one with a friend. Excuse after excuse. The break was a mistake. Never mind that it wasn't his idea, his intention, to take the break, but the fact remained it had been far too long. The call had intensified to such a roar rushing around in his ears that he just got up and left the house. She had called after him; confused, surprised... She didn't really think it had all gone away, did she? Even he knew that it could never be that neat and clean, not for him. He was what he was and at one point in his life he had come to terms with that. And now here he was again, watching as potential prey after potential prey after prey walked right by him. He need to clear his head (ironic, as that is what he was trying to do in the first place) and just go for it. What was the phrase? Give it the old college try, yes... This one...
This one right here...
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