"Are you in a hurry"? He spoke loud enough to catch her attention as she walked past him. She turned and looked at him. "I like your outfit it looks nice". Of course she stopped to talk to him he was being honest. She was aware of deception, knew it was easily masked in flattery but today she needed to hear a nice person talk to her. Whether or not he honestly needed help didn't matter. He explained he needed someone who could type a few pages. Her typing was messy and she didn't have access to a typewriter. He told her she could use the machines available in the computer lab and he would be patient with her typing skills. Somehow the conversation turned into his time spent in the military. She had checked out of the conversation over her low self esteem. She fixated on her bad typing. What for her began as a potentially uplifting encounter. Became her own private internalized discussion. This one began and ended with you just aren't good enough. If he was looking for a victim, there she was, a perfect victim. She didn't notice after saying bye, he followed her 21st a distance to her house.


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