Today was a mixture of amazing and oh so very, very bad. (A mixture that is becoming a common thread in my life.)
Today was spent mostly behind one of those two-way mirror things you see on television. There was a small group of us in there (although the group was large enough that the smell of sweat became a very real issue) watching Catalina interview (basically flirt with) ‘John’
It seemed to go on for ages with her making me feel nauseous with the sheer amount of shite she was talking. (Plus if I saw her bat her eye lashes one more time I was going to scream.)
But then something wonderful happened. Something that made my day, no actually it made my year.
I had very much lost interest in the whole situation, when in the middle of her sentence ‘John’ suddenly interrupted her, “I’m sorry I really am going to have to stop you there.”
She looks a bit annoyed but tried to keep herself looking serene and calm. “What’s wrong John?”
“What’s wrong?” He said this kind of shaking his head and smiling to himself in an incredulous sort of way. “What’s wrong is that I am trapped in a room with the most insincere person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Granted that number is restricted to those I’ve met in the past few weeks but were I to remember my life beyond that limited timeframe, I’m sure there would be very few people in this world I trust less than you.”
My reaction to this was a mixture of confusion and celebration. (It was like there was a swing band in my head. Trumpets and all.)
She tried her best most seductive smile and sexy voice, leaning forward so everyone could see her cleavage. (Guh) “Why do you think you can’t trust me John?”
He leaned in smiling that sarcastic smile I generally hate (but am developing a grudging appreciation for it on this occasion) “Because everything you say and do is carefully designed to make me trust you, and when I say designed I mean engineered, thought out and considered. All of this just to gain my trust. A person doesn’t go to that sort of trouble if they are already worthy of that trust.”
She looked a bit like a fish (Heehee Named like a boat. Looked like a fish.) opening and closing her mouth, looking for something to say as he sat up straight and continued.” Our Mr… I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” He was pointing at Michael who had been standing in the corner of the room (at his insistance) as engrossed in this woman’s humiliation as much as any of us and took a second to respond. “Michael.”
‘John’ quickly turned his attentions back to Catalina. “Michael here hates me. He despises me with ever fibre of his being. Now I’m not sure why this is, or what on earth I could have done to warrant this mans loathing but there it is. It’s right on the surface for all to see. I would rather have another conversation with him, than spend one more moment in here with you.” He leaned back in his chair looking pleased with his destruction of this arrogant woman and for a second, I could see a wicked enjoyment that reminded me of Daniel. He then from nowhere abruptly added, “Or better yet, send in the cute little red head, she already has my trust.” (Cute?????)
All I could think was, oh that’s not good, he didn’t just call me cute… and I didn’t just blush.
No this isn’t good at all.