“For some reason I am a possessive freak around you. And I have myself mixed up with a Mafia guy too,” I said.
â€˜What do you mean?”
“Well, when we go somewhere, like when we went to that Italian restaurant in Albuquerque? There was a lot of people in there so we go in the first thing I do is look around for anyone who thinks they are going to bother you,” I said. “Okay, who in here thinks they are going to give me a problem?”
“Yeah, I know. I scan the whole perimeter. And I try to make people see that we are going to go eat. And I am going to smile and we are going to enjoy ourselves.”
“Yeah. So they may see some dimples. I have them but this does not preclude me from burning the place to the ground if someone thinks they are going to come over and try to flirt with you or bother us in anyway.”
He laughed deeply.
“Yeah, so I try to make sure everyone sees me in my biggest way to ward off these problems. It’s sort of like walking in somewhere and waving a gun around first, so you can eat in peace.”
“Well I’m flattered, P, but you’re crazy. Nobody even sees me when we go out. They’re all looking at you.”
“Yeah? Well I don’t think you’re right about that. You think nobody is interested in you, but you’re the kind of man nobody wants until somebody wants you and as soon as someone wants you, then everybody wants you. This leaves me with a problem. I have to ward them off and this is how I do it. I smile at everyone with a dirty look. No one in here get any ideas. I look around like that and then we sit down and have great time, thanks to my protection of you.”
“Yeah, I’m just not sure you Special Forces soldiers can take care of yourselves but don’t worry because I am watching around you at all times. And if anyone wants to cause some trouble, they’ll have some trouble all right.”
Will anyone else cop to scanning the perimeter? What are you looking for? What do you attribute this to?