Alexia had prepared for an hour and a half before leaving for the club. Makeup, hair, sexy dress, she wanted everything to be perfect.

“Tonight’s the night,” she told herself. “No more losers, no more lonely nights. He’ll be there, I can feel it.”

She’d been out clubbing every weekend for the past six months. She’d been single for the past six years. It wasn’t that she was ugly… It’s just that somehow, inexplicably, she always managed to pick up the worst possible guys.

First it was the closet gay. He was looking for a sexy girl to show off to his friends, so they’d quit calling him out.

Then came the minute-man… She never spoke of that night. It took three hours to get him to stop crying.

And so on.

But tonight was different, she was sure.

And there he was! She caught his eye, smiled. He smiled back.

My god, he’s gorgeous, she thought. He walked up , leaned in close… her heart raced, she bit her lip…

Then he spoke.

“I can’t wait to eat your organs,” he whispered.

Shit, not again…