poolside

They are both attached but not committed. He to his wife and child. She to her man. Both unavailable yet still, they wander about.

They are linked professionaly but that was it. Well, at least until that night.

That night when they spent hours under the sky, dipped in the pool. Talking, sharing. At first, they were not alone. No. They were accompanied by colleagues. Very platonic indeed.

Here and there, her skin touches his. Soon, he subtly carresses her. She does not revolt. More and more you'd feel the intimacy building up enough for anyone to feel awkward.

Alas, they were alone. The moon was sole witness and then sunrise brought an end to such madness.

Mr. Insecurely Insane

He tries to appear complex. He will share achievements that seems unlikely to be his. He narrates experiences as if this is unique only to him. Such experiences told are bigger than life and normally, more impotant than everyone else's.

Of course, you will listen. Hey, live and let live.

But then it gets worse. He will try to push his ideals to you. It is not enough that he makes you believe him. He will go on shoving his fabricated shoes onto your feet. You would revolt naturally. But then he'll get agitated. The more you resist, the more he'll insist.

He'll share problems. Lots of obstacles, he face. He will speak of these as if the universe connived to test his might. He will ask for your guidance. Although, whatever you suggest will be repaid by mockery. Well, what can you do? There's no cure for common cold.

Then you'll realize, I need not be bothered by this.

And so you turn away. Ignore him but secretly wish to talk about his nonsense. At first, you were just venting out but now, it's becoming an addiction. That's when he'll win on trying to become relevant.