Being too much is such a bitch, thought Daisy, as she leaned into the bathroom mirror and applied a thin layer of black mascara onto her long dark lashes.  Stepping back, she surveyed her plump, round face and large green eyes.  Her wavy blonde hair fell in front of her face as if it was a curtain hiding the person underneath.  Her eyes peaked out from behind the curtain of hair with a sultry, seductiveness.  “There, Ready“.

            I hope Chris will be at the bar tonight, she thought.  Chris was an incredibly tall, handsome ‘regular’ at Scorpions. Daisy was a sucker for tall men.  Last weekend, while she was waitressing at the bar, Chris had followed her around all night flirting with her with an aggression that was startling.  All of his attention was flattering to the slightly overweight twenty-four year old. 

            At the end of the night, Chris had come back to Daisy’s apartment with her.  They kissed with a confidence that told them both what was going to happen next.  They didn’t waste any time, their fingers roamed over each other’s bodies with a quick assuredness.  Later, Daisy woke up to find Chris sitting on a chair next to her bed, completely naked.  He was smoking a cigarette and watching her.  Daisy let her eyes wander over his body; it was perfectly muscular, like a statue of a god.  She mentally compared his body to her own and pulled the sheet around her. 

            She had not seen Chris since that night, but it was Friday and she expected him to be there.  “Yes” Daisy thought “I’m too much.  Too much flesh, too much sex, too much need, too much to say, too much doubt.”  Daisy hoped things would be different with this one.  She hoped that Chris would see the soft, tender side of her and that she would not be just a 2 a.m. drunken screw.  Daisy mulled all of this over as she drove to Scorpions’ and found a place to park.  It was busy tonight, she observed.