So suave, so self assured.
The type of guy who never checks himself in a mirror
because he knows-

He knows how great he looks,
the perfect tan
a grin that shines like polished chrome.

Yes, he knows.
How even a few loose locks of hair on his brow
only serve to accentuate his attractiveness.

On those rare occasions when a stubborn girl turns away
he shrugs his broad shoulders, muttering:

"Her loss"

Because he is sure it is true,
or because two or three others will take her place
within days, sometimes
within hours.

"Often envied, never equaled."

He tells his friends, often.

Someone as unique as he,
cannot fathom the idea of a single person; one special someone.

It is a deficit he is blissfully unaware of