The real life act

He liked to make women feel they were the only one. He was practiced and convincing. He knew women and enjoyed creating illusions to entrap their senses. Each girl thought she was his special interest. His motive seemed innocent enough. Ego driven and possibly insane. To play along was dangerous. To not play along was dangerous as well. There didn't appear to be a pattern. Not knowing what he wanted if he wanted anything at all. His ego needed attention. He knew how to get it. The women needed attention too. They would fill in the places for each other that he missed. He was reading one girl wrong. He hadn't figured it out yet. He would find out how inaccessible she was. He would find the void in her. He would learn to play those games with the other girls. Eventually leave her alone.

Trying to say sorry without saying sorry. It came out awkward. He wanted to talk to her give her the impression he was genuine. He commented on the weather saying this wind is so strange. He looked at her waiting for her to acknowledge him. She said "Uh? Yeah" and got away from him. The simple girls would ask questions like:  "Do you want to do this for me"? It happened to be the job that needed to be done. By making it personal it made them feel better about themselves. One of the male co-workers would tell the girls "Smile with a sweet look on your face the guys will do whatever you want".

 The girls took their cues from his interactions with them. He was hot and cold. They would dress up and curl their hair. They would wait for him to look at them. They would take any crumb of attention he tossed. They would giggle and call each other princess. They would help each other do their jobs. They would go to lunch together each day. He would watch them to let them see he was looking. He would follow them out the door. Walk along with them talking to them. He fully engaged them in flirting. They loved it. He found himself caught up in the excitement. He could say he was unaware. He could say he wasn't enjoying it. But his mannerisms said otherwise. He couldn't help but act this way.  He didn't want it any other way. He didn't know what he wanted, he just knew how to act like he wanted this.   No more and no less his motive was the act.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96