To say that this man had the gift of gab would be short-changing him. He was the consummate questioner. When I left the Petroleum Club, I was sure he knew more about me than most of my relatives. I probably would have confessed my age, weight and worst habits if the evening had lasted much longer. I was thoroughly grilled on chocolate and favorite desserts. I left feeling guilty that I really didn't want to make my own chocolate from scratch. (Do wine aficionados feel compelled to make their own wine?) As a result of constant conversation, my calorie consumption was reduced by two-thirds. I didn't have time to eat.
This man is wasting his time in the oil industry. He would be the perfect psychiatrist, lawyer or district attorney. I was ready to confess to anything! We he spoke in tender terms of his love of chocolate, I was putty in his hands.
So, what did I learn about Mr. X? Only that he loves chocolate and I think he attended college in California. I will be stalking him at the next event. In the mean time, I'm keeping his identity a secret.