Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Friday, May 14, 2004
“Do you always do this?” He asked after I enumerated to him some of the subjects that interest a mutual acquaintance.
“Do what?”
“Take down (mental) notes about other people’s lives?”
For a full second, all I could do was stare into his eyes. Aah, those eyes that could drown me and render me helpless. While I was contemplating on how I wanted to be drowned, his unsmiling gaze didn’t even falter. I realized I was staring to the point of rudeness and he was still patiently waiting for an answer.
The best I could give him was an affirmation that I like remembering details about other people so I could spring the memory to them at the most unexpected moments.
He smiled. Not Cheshire-arrogant-condescending smile, but it was more like he really understood.
It was disconcerting because here he was, a guy I only spent a full ten minutes with, and he was already reading me like an open book.
I totally underestimated him. I thought I could pick his brain and play with it. I thought, like most men of my acquaintance, he would be too absorbed with himself to notice.
He wasn’t. I was wrong. I’m impressed. Very much so.
If only he didn’t bore me to tears the next few minutes. Sigh, if only…
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