I was at a club in Monaco with Max and Carlos. We had some drinks and they were both busy with there girlfriends, while I was still drinking or dancing with a different girl every 15 minutes. I felt awkward somewhere in the night.

“Mate you can’t keep messing around with different girls.” Max said while taking a sip from his drink. “It’s fun though.” “I bet you can’t stick with one girl for a month.” Carlos butts in. “It’s a bet.” I look around the club and my eyes land on you dancing.