are always trying to size me up
What does he do for a living?
Okay. He’s a psychologist. Not bad.
What are his hobbies?
Piano. Golf. Poetry. Reading.
Okay, a bit of a bore.
He’s not bad looking. Tall. Handsome. A bit fat.
Okay. I can work with that.
Oh no. He thinks he’s great. An ego maniac.
He wants his life to be poetry. He’ll end up living in poverty.
He doesn’t have his feet on the ground.
He’s suicidal. He romanticizes death. He hates the 9 to 5.
He wants to go on a quest.
He writes poetry like a school boy and he believes public taste will catch up with him.
He’s disgusting. His poetry is worse than a public toilet.
Oh well. He’s nothing. I always knew that.
He has no chance.
I’ll go on a date with Henry.
He’s an Accountant.