fiction: he
He lived his entire life having the last word. This was one of his greatest, most misunderstood traits but it epitomized him through and through, even to the point of ending all his correspondence with the curt and cold "regards." Sending off an email with a closing like "sincerely" or "with all my best" left the proverbial door open for company. It meant the recipient had a chance to reply to him, or worse yet, engage him in even more correspondence that he felt would be entirely unnecessary, since he had already made his point clear.
He employed this reasoning with women he dated as well, especially on the first or second date when he needed to make strict and fast assessments of them. 'She's boring', 'what a bimbo', 'look at all that makeup on her'. He thought of these things with a hidden smirk, staring deeply across the table in Fish & Co through the dimmest of lighting as his eyes traced each and every flaw about her.
He employed this reasoning with women he dated as well, especially on the first or second date when he needed to make strict and fast assessments of them. 'She's boring', 'what a bimbo', 'look at all that makeup on her'. He thought of these things with a hidden smirk, staring deeply across the table in Fish & Co through the dimmest of lighting as his eyes traced each and every flaw about her.
