29 February 2007
It's 10am and my mobile is ringing. It's Mitch.
I answer the call with a "Hey".
He begins with one of his trademark nicknames intended for mild insult, "Kumaditchi! So'd ya pick up last night after I left?"
He snorts, feeling pretty happy with his dig at me.
I answer, eager to put him in his place. "Well actually I had really good chat with a gorgeous chick on the deck".
"Did you get her number?" He asks with doubt.
"Well, no." I reply.
"Well then ya got nothin'!" He retorts abruptly.
I can tell again he thinks he's won so I persist.
"No but next time when I see her out I'll be able to talk to her again and over time…"
It's a long game, but I can tell he's not buying it. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.