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.”
"Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question." - Albert Camus
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDelete“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.