Conversation on the afternoon of 2007/03/11

A and T were walking to a pub on Main st. on this sunny Sunday afternoon. There were shades, breezes, and other pedestrians too.

T: Tell me some stories about you.
A: What kind of stories?
T: ...Stories about you being devious?
A: Oh...I have so many of them...

A: When I was little, I wanted to be a spy.
T: When I was little, I thought I could live forever.

A: You know what, I've never been to your office.
T: Really?? How come?
A: You never invited me..
T: Well you can invite yourself, you know, just stop by...
A: Well I don't want to be impolite...
T: Oh my god, that's exactly why they invented this phrase "stop by"!
A: Are you always enjoying being the smarty pants?
T: Well..That's my weakness.
A chuckles.

A: I don't have many friends.
T: Define many.
A: ...I can count all my friends with this hand...oh..well..maybe both hands.
T: Real friends?
A: Yeah.
T: That's good! You have no time to deal with more than that anyways.
A: How many friends do you have?
T: Um...I have a lot of acquaintances.
A smiles: You are a flirt!
T: No, I'm not.

A: Do you consider yourself liberal?
T: I'm a very liberal thinker, but I'm not sure if I'm a liberal doer.
A: Wouldn't that make you a hypocrite?
T: Not necessarily.

(A is sad about hurting other people.)
T: No. They are hurt. But you didn't hurt them. They just got hurt. It's really difficult to hurt someone. Never predicatable what hurts what doesn't.
...
T: And, if you don't want to get hurt, don't let them.
A: Huh, easier said than done.

...
A: Why?
T: I didn't love him.
A: ...That's fair.


When they were walking to the beach.

A: I consider you a friend. (But it was taken away by the breeze.)
T: What?
A: I consider you a friend.
T: I'm honored! But, (chuckles mischievously) does it mean you'll have to grow out one more finger for that?
A: Don't be mean...

To be continued.