I was born a lover. God gave me love as a gift. I inherited it from my father and mother. They were the greatest lovers of all times. My mother was Juliet, Layla and Verginie, all in one. She was the prettiest woman in her town. Her hair was long and dark like the night, and her eyes were green like the color of paradise. The suitors, who were enchanted by her charm, lined up in front of her, and one after the other, asked her for her hand in marriage, but she turned them all down, because of her love for her Romeo, my father. He was the Majnun, and Syrano de Bergerac, too. Every night, he sang love songs under the balcony of his Juliet. One night, in moon light, he went down on his knees in front of his sweetheart and proposed. To his surprise, she smiled and said yes. Since then, he made her his queen and became her husband, her lover, and her cook. He fought for her his enemies and friends. They began to wander in the world day and night. Like father, I loved woman, but one woman, even Juliet herself, was not enough for me. My heart was full of love and I began to love as early as I can remember. In kindergarten, I fell in love with my teacher. She was so pretty and sweet. One day, she kissed me and I knew from that kiss that she was in love with me. That night I couldn’t sleep at all. And because her house was next to our house, I decided to visit her. The door of her house was open. So I stepped in and I saw her in bed with a man. I didn’t know then he was her husband. I felt betrayed and cried. I then quit school. And when I resumed my classes, I resumed loving women as well. But I decided not to love teachers any more. I loved all other types of women, babysitters, nannies, girls next door and many more. In high school, I fell in love with every girl that looked at me and smiled. Love to me is very simple, whereas, unfortunately, the women I fell in love with did not understand love. I understood love perfectly not only because I am smart, but also because I am an expert in love and relationships between men and women. Love to me is love. But for these women, love is not love, but something else. They mix it with marriage. In all my relationships with my girlfriends, I was always threatened that I might be caught by one of them and be put in that terrifying prison they call marriage. And, thank God, I managed to escape from their hands till I met Sarah. After a week or two of our relationship she insisted that we get married. I did everything that I could to change her mind but I failed. So I gave in. I loved Sarah of course, but I didn’t love to spend the rest of my life with her. I am not Romeo but rather Don Juan. And on the wedding night, I went to her house, and to my shock, instead of my lovely Sarah, I found another bride, so ugly. So I turned back and left as quickly as I could and outside, I met John, my classmate and a good friend.

‘Where are you going Smart?’ he shouted.

‘Where is your car?’ I asked in return. ‘Please take me away from here! Take me to the airport!’

‘To the airport? Are you leaving? Where for?’

‘For china, India, Bangladesh, anywhere far from here!’

And soon later, we reached the airport, and I took the plane to Tahiti. On the plane, I met Natasha, a beautiful woman with gold hair and blue eyes. I looked at her and she smiled. It was love at first sight. I knew it, for I know women well. I am blessed with this gift. I know love when I see one, or should I say, when I feel it. After all, I was born a lover.