The Smell of Success

Jean Paul Gaultier. Typical. Lucy tried her best to sit through his boring dribble about crypto and stocks. Does this guy take a breath? She found her mind wandering. 

He snatched at his glass of red and gulped it down, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and poured himself another glass. 

“I’m fine, thanks”, Lucy so happened to mention. 

“All the more for me”, he laughed “Anyway, as I was saying…”

What was he saying? Lucy had tuned out forty-five minutes ago when he mentioned his mate in Dubai. Snore. She couldn’t stop staring at his perfectly manicured eyebrows…a telltale sign this guy was an uptight perfectionist with no sense of adventure or originality. 

“I love Italian food…you know, when I was in Italy…”

Lucy took a sip of her wine. Nodded politely and found comfort back in the privacy of her thoughts. Self-awareness is sexy…that’s what I’ll put on my profile…get really specific, she silently made a deal with herself. 

By Danny Nercessian