Beauty and The Freak

"Only when the purest beauty is birthed, and she blesses thy with a kiss of truest love and gives thy her first all, will thy curse be lifted. Beware, the kiss is much too fragile, if another shall place their lips upon hers first, thy curse will forever be sealed." Moments ago I was making out with a super hot blonde, even though she's only a couple years older than me, I could've sworn we looked age appropriate. After all, I'm practically a man in a boys body. All was good, in fact I thought of even making her my new girlfriend. That is until I tried to heat up the moment and her blonde hair turned black as night, her eyes as cold as ice and her body became suddenly frail like a grandmothers. At that moment I regretted that move, not only because I tried to get it on with an old lady witch, but also because she had "gifted" me something I'd forever be tortured with. The power to read minds. Yeah before you say 'Lucky ass' it's nothing like that, there's the good parts though like filing out the fakes from the reals, but then there's the nonsense s**t that drowns me. You'd think it's great.... Except it's not like in the movies or books where you choose what you want to hear. I don't get to tune in and only pick on the minds of the ones I want. Nope, it's just like an on switch to everyone's thoughts within the perimeter, no off switch. It was in that moment that I realized I made the greatest mistake of my life. I realized I wasn't so big and macho. I wasn't a smooth player. In fact I wasn't anything. I was a nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well, I guess now I was a freak.