Logan by Ruth Colby

Logan:
I sit back in my chair and survey the bar. I catch the eye of some of the women as their eyes take in my green eyes, recently grown goatee, and then they see the tattoos. Some women’s eyes slide right off of me, and that’s fine. Even more, get that hungry look in their eye. I might look like a tattooed biker ready to jump on his Harley, but if they care to look more than skin deep, they will find there is more to me than that. I might actually have that Harley parked outside, but I am also a top graduate of the Wharton Business School, son of the billionaire Steve Lawson and the head of marketing for Lawson industries. Not that I allow many of my relationships to evolve to the point where they learn that much about me. I am all about keeping it casual.
I am tired of eating cold pizza by myself, but trying to find a woman that doesn’t want me just for my tattoos and biker lifestyle or for my money is hard. The biker girls get bored when I have to go to an actual job all day and the Golddiggers, well who wants to be with someone who only wants your money? I want to find a woman that likes all the sides of me. One that I can have an actual conversation with, that loves my look as well as doesn’t care about my money. I think she might be a myth; I am not sure such a woman actually exists.

Emily:
It is an amazing opportunity, not to mention I would be able to ogle Logan’s tattoos every day. He has never looked in my direction, I am not really his type. He goes for sultry brunettes that slither on the back of his bike. I am more of a blonde with a Marilyn Monroe figure, and I don’t slither onto anything. The image makes me giggle a little as I go back to working on the ad.