This is part two of a series. You can find part one by clicking on the labels or clicking on it in the archives.
In later days when we were in the same room together again, I noticed how skillfully he moved through the crowd--what he said and who he said it to. He was working these people. He flirted with the women and impress the men. I would not be "worked". I avoided his presence and his gaze. We weren't required to speak to one another and I was thankful. He did his part and I did mine. Still I watched and listened.
He was free with stories about himself. Adventure and fortune seemed to follow him. Friends and fame were a byproduct. He had led a glamorous life, there was no denying that. He'd found fortune and profit. He spoke of it as if it were a natural occurence. I changed my socks, I made money, I changed my pants, I made more money. The cards had been dealt in his favor.
On one particular occasion, I hung back from the departing crowd as I always did. He addressed me in his easy going manner. I made a harsh remark concerning his adventures. I could tell he was not impressed, but at the same time, he was unaffected. He said nothing when I know that he could have vicerated me with his quick wit and sharp tongue. He was the much more worthy opponent. I backed down and walked away from him, but I'd seen it flash across his eyes. He was attracted to me. I knew it and a single, tiny, deep seated vein in my body liked it--a lot. The game was afoot.
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