Drink some wine

You pour yourself a glass of wine. --Pizza and wine. How classy. Kind of a far cry from steak, the other day. But then, you're not sure you would want to eat that heavily every day anyway. --Oh, but pizza is also heavy...

You hang out, on your couch, browsing social media on your laptop. You haven't checked here in a while. Oh, she got married to, huh..? Well, it doesn't bother you. Oh, wow! He got fat! And lost his hair, how long has it BEEN?? Maybe people just don't use facebook now, but it looks completely different! Class reunion... yeah, right. Baby... baby... ...baby? What is this baby boom? --Ahaha, baby boom. But still, where are the other career women? You keep hearing about how marriage is at an all-time low, and divorce is still only ever going up. Does that mean your friends are all just single moms? And they're okay with that? Is that just how it IS, now? Having a baby... you can't imagine it. It sounds like a nightmare. Yet so many women wind up having another! If it was such a warzone, how could they possibly go back in willingly? You take another sip, and look down at your belly, imagining it growing round and hard. Growing LIFE..! Like half your entire body can just.. change shape, repurposing you into a baby factory whether you like it or not. It sounds freaky, mostly... but then, why are you feeling curious about a nightmare?

--Ugh. UGH. UGH! You get bombarded with a chain of imaginations that snap from idea to idea, image to image, faster than you can stop it... You remember that guy from marketing from today, and how eager he is. And how easily you could surely get him -- let him, let's face it -- put a baby in you. And how he's such an asshole, yet that doesn't matter, really.. that your body may be forcing you to not mind fucking a total asshole, as if there's something to his shit personality to your base instincts... or worse, if you're not being **** all that much at all.. {if Total Wine >=3}You remember how you paused when he invited you to drinks. He totally noticed. You totally sent him a signal, whether you wanted or not, that you would be receptive to getting pumped full of drinks. That you couldn't just instantly refuse, at least that time. There's NO WAY he's considerate enough to pass up the opportunity... ..You finish your glass...{endif}