Told You It Was Trouble

"Challenge proposed gauntlet is dropped, you sir are on. A pint of the finest rum to the victor."

-Ja.

I told you it was trouble.

Sometimes I wonder if we should be in a same room together.

I watched him in action last night, and he is much smoother than I, and operates in a very different way than I do. He has his looks going for him too. Not that I'm ugly, but I'm not a cutie like Ja. I have a lot of face hair, and scars (on the face even). So Ja. makes himself ultra approachable (he wears his sensitive side on his sleeve). I come off as hard and cold (clearly I have a soft side, but you would have to work to find it).

A simple example:

We are at our hang out last night having a good time and Ja. and I get there early. Flirting with the waitress begin in earnest. And a conversation takes place that demonstrates very clearly how we operate differently.

Ja. asks for some suggestions for what to eat, and the waitress gives him largely vegetarian fare. So Ja. asks, "Are you a vegetarian."

She tells us that she isn't but that for a while she didn't eat red meat.

I see my chance to dig on Ja. about his former vegetarianism. And then say, "I don't know how you could live without red mean, or booze or cigarettes for that matter."

"And there are other vices." Ja. playing right off of me.

"But those will go unmentioned," seamless just like that.

She blushed and then said, "You guys are silly."

Ja. was the winner though, I held back to watch. And learn. There is always something new to learn.

Blackheart blackheart.

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