Page 10 of Wicked Player
He laughs. “Perhaps a little,” he agrees. “And who am I exactly in this scenario? Jay Gatsby, I assume.”
“Well, of course.”
His eyes dart across the room. “And who is my Daisy?”
I smile. “Well, certainly not me, that's for sure. I’m more of a Nick.”
He laughs. “Yes, I see you've been studying me from afar.”
“Well, not exactly…” I lie. “Well, to be honest, you are a bit interesting to me,” I admit.
He smiles, clearly flattered by my statement.
“You kind of remind me of ‘the most interesting man in the world,’” I tell him. “You know the guy from the Dos Esquis beer commercials, the silver fox?”
He laughs out loud, and heads turn. “Yes, I know of him.”
“Is it true that mosquitos refuse to bite you purely out of respect?” I ask, teasing.
He cracks up, and shakes his head.
“And if opportunity knocks and you're not home, opportunity waits, right?”
He keeps on laughing, and I know everyone is wondering what the hell I could be saying that would be making him laugh so much. Of course they now all hate me.
“In museums,youare allowed to touch the art.” I keep going because I’m on a roll.
“Where do you get this stuff?” he asks, still cracking up.
“Well, it’s not original content. What can I say… I'm a fan,” I tell him. “There’s a bunch of these quotes online if you ever get bored one night.”
“Oh, I never get bored,” he says.
“Of course you don’t. Youarethe most interesting man in the world,” I tease again. “But seriously, I bet your coffee never gets cold, and your cereal never gets soggy.”
“Well, I don't drink coffee, and I have my cereal with milk on the side.”
“See, I was right. You are indeed the most interesting man in the world.”
He shakes his head, at a loss for words.
“Stay thirsty, my friend,” I add, the slogan from the Dos Esquis campaign.
We’re surrounded by about a dozen women giving me the evil eye. God forbid I steal the attentions of Mr. Rossi.
