I suspected that behind his sharp hawk-like stare there was nothing more than scrutiny. I wondered if it was just a matter that each time I arrived at the bar I said hello to all but him and her. Also, was it that I knew so many people, his people, at his bar?
Last night I heard him ask, "Why is Walter a chick magnet?"
It's true, Walter was surrounded by four beautiful girls, each one different in their beauty, but all hanging on his every word. The bar was full and it was late and Walter was in his prime. His friendship with each of us is more than an assumption, it has to be asserted constantly, but it will always be just a friendship. Walter is one of those sad unfortunate men to know how to charm women, but he finds they only want to be his friend in the end.
And how does he do it, this man, who at a glance seems boring and lame, the kind of guy who isn't even vanilla ice cream, he looks more like a vanilla flavored frozen yogurt. Does he have magic? Does he hypnotize? Does he really have a magnetic field around him that attracts chicks?
To him I would say that Walter is non-threatening. For myself I would say that Walter is an excellent conversationalist, and he gets better when he is drunk and loses a little of the politeness that makes him seem fro-yo.
All this time I thought that he was such a cool dude, such a wild beast, sulking about the bar, protecting his territory and friends, eyes constantly scanning the room for trouble, but it turns out that he is nothing more than a lame-o. For him to be jealous of a guy like Walter and to ask why when it is plain as day what he does, well, that is pretty sad. And like a deflating balloon, his power faded, and I was left to wonder what it was about him that interested me in the first place.
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