"Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question." - Albert CamusI had poured myself into the recliner after a rather stressful day. All I needed was a catnap. All I got was a gently nudge."Daddy?""Hmmm." I said through clenched eyes."I love you!""OK Andrea, where, who and how much?""Mall, Amanda, about forty."
I pride myself on being on top of the game, whatever the game is. I'm an observer, a watcher, and I use that gift to get a handle on people and stay two steps ahead of them. Whether we're engaged in an actual contest or just navigating the waters of interpersonal communication, I know how to play without being played.“Hey, Colin.”Oh, god, it's Samantha. Her eyes are so damn big and clear. Can't afford to look at them. Not that there's a lot of other parts of her I can look it safely.“Hey, Samantha.”“How are you on this fine, wintry afternoon?”Her voice was so rich and sweet. It was pitched low, but had a high resonance that still sounded so very young and feminine. It was like having syrup poured in my ear. I could listen her forever. Damn, distraction again.“I'm okay. You?”“Not as good as I would be if I were spending it with you.”Clever – rubbing my cheeks to hide that I'm blushing. Men don't blush. Besides blushing is a sign of vulnerability. Can't show that. Damn, what's wrong with my breathing?“What is it you're doing, Samantha?”“I have to go into Muncie. I'll have to get a ride from a girl in my dorm, but usually at least one of them is going that direction.”“I can take you.”What did I just say?“You can?”“Sure, I'd love to.”What just happened?“Then my afternoon would be complete, Colin.”Oh yeah. That's what happened.