Here's to Prosecco & Red Bull

It's a saturday night, and the blanket of a dark sky has fallen across London, the stars are twinkling, the planes are no longer flying over head, there is peace, well as much peace as you get in a bushling city.
My friends have gone to bed and I'm left drinking the last of my bottle of Prosecco and two cans of red bull, with Harry Connick Jr playing as melodic background music....! Sitting here with only my thoughts, my computer and my blog to keep me company, oh and of course my ciggs.
Where do I find myself on this dark enchanting night, as usual contemplating life and my tiny spark in it.

I'm thinking back to conversation that I had with a close friend of mine the other day. He pretty much said that I was man-eater....! Yes laugh because that's what I did. The words 'so how long are you going to toss this one around before you sink your claws in'! It still fascinates me how people choose to perceive others. Do they do it to satify something within side of themselves, or because they like seeing you in a certain light, or because it's what you project to the outside world?
Well let me think about me for a bit, narsosistic as it is, indulge me for a while.....!

There was a large portion of my past life that I was a man-eater, others choice of words not mine.
Hold on I need to fill my glass again, god this drink it wonderful............Now that didn't take that long!

I use to play the game, and I was a great player in it. Hey it was fun at the time, and I enjoyed it. But then I wanted the power. The power of intoxication, enticement and the forbidden fruit, becuase I was forbidden. I was the women u could never get, I was the wild girl you wanted, and more importantly wanted to tame. I was unpredictable and the unknown! I was the temptress, the goddess and the bitch.
What happened, well for one I grew up and started to realise that I wanted more meaningful relationships, two I started to become aware how my actions hurt the men I choose, three the game lost it's appeal, it became an empty persuit of happiness. Because power isn't happiness, it's just that power. The game became old and unfulfilling.
The question is do old habits die hard?