Paul, the stealth beer drinker

 

One of the regulars at the Exiles is Paul. He may be in his late thirties or early forties and is of average stature. His face, however, is not average at all, but superficially attractive. On first glance he looks like a very nice person, but then more like a very nice shark, though not like a big one. It is not clear to me, whether the regular shape of his teeth is due to jacket crowns or natural. Paul is never to be seen without his iPhone, which is always connected to the web. In any conversation he will use it in order to find an interesting piece on the topic from the web and impress and entertain his partner with it.

Paul has at least two remarkable properties: First he can lead a conversation for hours without boring his companion. He seems to experience so many interesting things, that his inventory of stories is always full. He seems to go out every evening and to the most interesting places, so that he can always replenish his inventory with a great story. In order to give you an example, he was in Bangkok for several days. There he always found great restaurants, run by expats. Actually, this is not that easy in Bangkok. After one dinner in a particularly nice one, run by an American, the owner pointed out to him a special night club. When Paul went there he saw a lot of older Thais with extremely beautiful, young girls. The girls, he insisted, were “normal” girls, mostly wearing Burberry clothes. The significance of this attire with respect to a Bangkok girl is lost on me, but I am not such a Bangkok insider like Paul.  After Paul had just spent twenty minutes in that night club, several of these beautiful girls went over to Paul and his friends in order to spend the night with them. Such is the attraction of Paul on young women, but only on great looking ones.

Secondly, while Paul is holding forth, he steadily, but moderately, sips a beer. But as he can hold forth for hours, he will have sipped several beers in the afternoon. This allows him to establish a good beer base for the evening, on which he can build, assuring him of a permanent good mood and interesting experiences in the evening.

When Paul was sitting at the Exiles with a friend, sipping his beer, a girl, maybe 18 years old, came to his table, kissed him and sat down. She was looking absolutely stunning. She had a beautiful face, long brown hair, was maybe 1.70 m tall, which was difficult to estimate, as she wore rather high heels. Her body was best described as perfect. Even her English was excellent, although she probably was Maltese. Her outfit was “tres chique”, and she was obviously in love with Paul, because she said, that she started smoking, since she got to know him. She also insisted that Paul was “the laziest person in the world”, which he denied, and that she was not his girlfriend, to which he quietly and smilingly responded: “What else are you then?” To this she responded with additional proofs of love like hitting him lightly several times, putting her legs around his waist and complaining about him. Finally she exasparatedly left him, but not before embracing and kissing him sensuously.

There are lots of good looking girls at the Exiles, but Paul's girl friend was in a league by herself, as she was not just a perfect beauty, but also had style and temperament and was a great flirter. She therefore could not escape catching the attention of one of the two bartenders. While usually the bartender did not react at all to any of the sexy stuff always floating around there, Paul's girl friend got the bartender so excited, that he took a beer, left his workplace at the bar and joined Paul at the table in order to congratulate him on his extraordinary conquest.

Paul thanked him graciously and started showing him photos of the girl's house which was extremely luxurious. So this girl did not just have high class, but even belonged to the upper class. The bartender did not know, how to counterimpress Paul and stammered something about how he sold his racing boat and derived lots of income from the proceeds.

Paul rightfully moved the conversation back from personal finance to personal companion and showed the bartender pictures, that he had shot of his girl friend. These photos got the bartender so excited, that he showed Paul his watch and told him, how valuable it was. Paul inspected the watch and immediately detected the mark “Made in Japan”, which raised a question mark about its value in Paul´s eyes. In the eye of the bartender, however, this was considered a sign of value, maybe because it was not made in China. Paul, who because of his many nightly exploits was very knowledgeable of the thinking of bartenders, saw to cooling his man down and therefore invited him to a further beer. He then started to tell him a story, how he, Paul, once got into a brawl with a Scottish guy in a bar, who turned out to be a professional kick boxer and who knocked him out unconsciously.  As the bartender was a former kick boxer, too, his self-esteem got a lift. And when Paul confirmed to him, that he had his head kicked lots of times, the bartender was at ease again. Paul and the bartender continued to drink a few more beers and parted as the best of friends.

 

 

 

© GG 2012  

  

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