10.25.2008

Ego Boost

He walked through the mall, lost in the recesses of his own brain as always. After three years, his rechargeable batteries were not holding their charge like they used to, and so, on his day off, he was setting out to replace them. Twenty dollars for four batteries seemed like a lot of money, even if they would last him for years, so he decided to walk over to Best Buy to see if they had a better price than Circuit City, an almost certainty.

So oblivious was he to the outside world, that he didn't even see her until she was reaching for him. “Give me your hands,” said the beautiful girl, with a slight European accent he couldn't quite place. Even as his mouth opened to question her, his hands extended. He didn't know where she was leading him, but this was a rare development indeed. Most girls barely acknowledged his existence, let alone grabbed him by the hand. Had all those hours in the gym finally started paying off? Had this Groo been transformed into a Conan at long last?

“You are married....yes?” asked she. He was not. “Girlfriend, then?” Not at the moment. “Oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling, never leaving his even when his darted away in shyness, “How many then?” At this point, he noticed she'd led him to a perfume booth in the middle of the mall, and was opening a box of something even as she continued to hold his hands. She was seconds away from getting a bottle of some scent out and dabbing it on him, seconds from convincing him to buy something for the many girlfriends she speculated he had. It was all a play on his ego, all of it, in an effort to sell something.

“You know I...I really don't need that...” he stammered, trying unsuccessfully to take his hands back.

“Oh...?” she asked in dulcet tones, maintaining her hypnotic eye contact, “Why not?”

He managed to free one hand, with which he was able to extricate the other. “Um...you know what...I...I'll stop by on my way back,” he lied. “Okay,” she purred, and he could still feel her eyes on his back as he trudged away, the fog slowly dissipating.

It was a great sales tactic. The physical contact, the eye contact, the questions about his social status, and even the question of “how many” girls he was stringing along at the moment all made for a nearly lethal combination. But his willpower was as strong as his self esteem was low, and in the end he would not fall for any of it.

On an unrelated note, I have a few cases of perfume and makeup in my trunk now if anyone needs some...

4 Comments:

Blogger b13 said...

And WHY didn't you ask if she was free for a drink after she got off of work???

The word verification is nailreke... her name didn't happen to be Reke, was it?

10/25/2008 12:12 AM  
Blogger MCF said...

Because it was all a ruse, a sales pitch. Did you skim?

10/25/2008 8:59 AM  
Anonymous theGreek said...

I also have $130 in skin care in my medicine cabinet from an unfortunate stroll in the mall. "Are you a tourist?" was the line. "You don't look like the other people here." The saving grace is that the products are actually great.

10/25/2008 10:46 AM  
Blogger Lorna said...

I think that was very chivalrous of you not to try to date her because she was working.

10/25/2008 1:02 PM  

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