The Light at the End
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 2: Percy
Hi, I’m Percy. I’m almost thirty and I’m still single. As a matter of fact, I’ve been single since I left college. I have dated a few ladies, got laid with some of them, but nothing serious. Not even a friend with benefits relationship.
I know you must be asking yourself, ‘what’s wrong with him?’ Well, nothing is wrong with me that I know. I’m not Brad Pitt, but I’m not ugly. I guess, I focused on my career and didn’t try so hard on relationships.
I’m in the construction business. When I first started my career as an apprentice, I wouldn’t have guessed I’d end up as a contractor, but I am certainly glad I did. I first picked up a hammer back in grade school. From that point forward, my desire to learn and excel in my trade has only intensified.
As soon as I was done in high school, I wanted to pursue the dream of being a full-time contractor. I wanted to become the type of man that people called when they needed renovations or home improvement.
All these years, I’ve been fulfilled with my life as it was. After a long day’s work, I felt more like putting on pajamas and crawling into bed than going out into the uncertain and anxiety-provoking world of dating someone.
I was fine on my own. It never bothered me to be single ... till it did. One day, I realized I was going to be thirty and all my friends were married or engaged. When I visited them, they had their wives, their kids, a dog, while I came home to a lonely place.
“When are you going to get married, Percy?” Amanda asked me, she is Joe’s wife. Joe is my foreman and a great friend. They invite me to have dinner with them once a week.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get married,” I said, letting out a long sigh.
“Why not? You’re a great catch,” Amanda insisted.
“Because all the good ones are already taken and settled, or committed to someone.”
“There are millions of amazing single women out there, Percy. My friend Laura is one of them,” Amanda smiled at me.
I didn’t take the bait, “But there aren’t millions that are right for me. All the available girls are in the ‘no-go’ category: ugly, career-oriented, or divorced bitches.”
“Career-oriented?” Amanda frowned. “I never thought you would be the machist type that thinks that women must stay at home.”
“I’m not talking about her being employed. I’m talking about women who work more than 40 hours a week. Women who are so busy chasing a higher position in their companies, that they lose track of other things, like socializing, traveling, or enjoying a lazy day.”
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