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I smile at the sincerity in his eyes. I never would have guessed that Kyle Valenti would be a sensitive guy. Gorgeous men are usually cocky workaholics with a commitment problem. Trust me. I know. I have used many of them. They are so caught up in themselves that they don't even realize they are being played. He doesn't seem like that. In fact of what I know of him so fsr he's an extremely honorable guy. Ugh. What am I doing? Don't be stupid Tess. You never fall for your conquests.
I try to take my mind off my inner turmoil by asking him his question.
"Alright, You can tell alot about a person by their answer to this: True or False? All is fair between Love and War."
I narrow my eyes at him and wait for his reply anxiously.
Love is not finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.Looking for a little magic?Practical Enchantment
Is this a trick question? I think to myself as I eye Tess warily. Somehow I think it might be, but all the same, I answer, “True...absolutely!” Trying to recover from my momentary insanity.
"And you?" I ask, grabbing my glass and drinking liberally of its contents.
He looks a little suspicious of my question ,but answers it anyway.
And you?"
I pretend to ponder it earnestly but I just end up in a giggle fit. He smiles at me and I swear my entire body tingles all over. Well, I'll give him this much. This one's a charmer. I tilt my head slightly to the right and contiune or investigation of one another.
" Yeah, that's the one thing I do believe. Okay, next question Your Childhood: Good or Bad?"
Love is not finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.Looking for a little magic?Practical Enchantment
"Hmm I say, contemplating Tess' question. After a few seconds of thoughtful consideration, I reply.
"Pretty good, considering I was shipped off to boarding school before I could talk" I say, reflectively.
"Don't get me wrong, my folks were great parents...busy, hardworking, but great" I say simply, turning around in my seat to look directly at Tess.
"I was an only child...my dad and I were real close...I remember every time I'd come home on break from school he'd take me riding and fishing..." I say, trailing off.
"...I just wish we could have had more times like those" I say, trying not to sound to sappy and nostalgic. Though, if I did, I didn't care much. I was proud of who I was and who I was raised to be. I am the man I am today because of how my father raised me. I have no shame in that.
"What about you?" I ask Tess, not wanting to delve to deeply into my life's story. After all, I had no idea who Tess Harding really was, so I had to be careful not to give away to much information about myself that could be used against me at a later date.
Besides the obvious fact that Tess was stunning and practically oozed sex appeal, Tess struck me as the kind of girl that knew all the right things to say to a guy, to float his boat or feed his ego. And judging from the well dressed, well groomed, GQ wannabe she was talking to earlier, Tess also seemed to be the kind of girl that wrapped men around her pretty, well manicured finger. In plain English, Tess was the kind of girl that could be hazardous to my...everything!
"Um I had one does that count?" I ask not really wanting to go into details. He urges me foreward so I give him the edited version which is no where near the director's cut.
"Well, It was good and bad. I lost my mom when I was three. So I never really got to know her,but the memories I do have of her are precious to me. My father is a good man ,but he was never sround. He traveled a lot on business leaving me home alone getting in all sorts of trouble.And Trust me. I got in alot of trouble. When I turned seventeen he tried to marry me off to a childhood friend.H e thought it was what was best for me.So I ran away. I haven't seen my father since."
I take a big sip from the glass in front of me. I can't believe I told him that! He doesn't wanna know my issues. I have never before told any of the prospects about my past. To be perfectly honest they usually don't want to know. Why is this guy so different? Nevertheless, his money will be mine. Oh yes, hIS MONEY WILL BE MINE!
Love is not finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.Looking for a little magic?Practical Enchantment
ooc: Ok, I realize that this RPG is supposed to move slowly, but this is ridiculous. Baby_Bre, permission to press on the accelerator, please?
Kyle
"Well, It was good and bad. I lost my mom when I was three. So I never really got to know her,but the memories I do have of her are precious to me. My father is a good man ,but he was never around. He traveled a lot on business leaving me home alone getting in all sorts of trouble.And Trust me. I got in alot of trouble. When I turned seventeen he tried to marry me off to a childhood friend.H e thought it was what was best for me.So I ran away. I haven't seen my father since."
"Wow" I say, this is some pretty heavy stuff for a getting to know you conversation.
"I lost my own parents a couple of years ago...Max and the boys are about as close a family as I've got now...pretty freaking sad..." I say, the corner of my lip curling into a half smile.
"Something tells me that you can say the same about your girlfriends over there" I say, gesturing to the gaggle of girls near the bar.
Groaning as the sun shone over his eyes, Michael tried to block it by putting the pillow over his head. It was pointless though as the sounds of morning were hitting his ears in full force. Along with a pounding hangover from the night before. Why the hell did he put himself through this every weekend? He really had no clue, but it wouldn't matter even if he had. He knew that come Friday, he would be back out at the clubs having a good time.
Getting up from the bed, he walked over to the dresser and took out his clothes, getting dressed quickly. All he could think about was the blonde bombshell that was at the club last night. He had almost broken his own rule. He almost approached her even though he said he wouldn't do that again. It was a good thing he got distracted talking to Alejandro. He would have to thank him later.
Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed the milk from the refrigerator and took a big drink fromt he carton before putting it back. "Well Gurein, time to do something, even if it's wrong." he told himself as he walked out of his house and headed toward Alex's office. He had promised to come try out the new video games and that's what he was going to do.
Drumming my fingers on my desk, I stare at the tv, not really seeing what is being offered in the oh so smart commercials. Yesterday was nice. it was good that I let the guys talk me into going out with them. It was fun to talk with Isabel, she is not only beautiful but also smart.
We exchanged numbers but I don't know if I should call her. I mean, yeah she is great but ... I guess I'm really burned from my last relationship. I don't think I'll call her yet .. maybe she calls if she is really interested.
Michael should come soon. I wonder if I should tell him about the battlefield game that has Metallica and System of a Down music in it.
Pulling up at Alex's house, I get out of the car, making sure to grab my mp3 player first. I have to have good music playing when I'm playing video games and no one does music like Metallica. Got to love the boys. Walking up to the door, I knock and wait for Alex to answer. I need to call Paulino later about the bar. The way I figure it, another ten minutes or so of talking, and he'll break. Wave enough money in front of a person, and anything can be for sale.
Now, if Alex will answer his damn door, we can get to testing out those video games.
Hearing a knock, I pray it is Michael and not that guy from Greenpeace again.
"Hey man, come in." I greet him, thanking my lucky stars that it's Michael. He wordlessly walks in and I get the feeling that something is not one hundred percent alright with him.
"How are you doing?" I ask, hoping to get some information out of him.
