One day Joachim convinced me to join him and attend the Solo Lunch table. (These are singles aboard, in search of 'companionship'.) Of course there is always ONE...outspoken, aggressive, rude, pugnacious. As we were the last two to arrive at the table, I was lucky enough to be seated RIGHT NEXT TO HER!
And she felt free to direct ALL her venomous comments at me. Detecting she had a slight British accent I did my impeccable imitation of Her Majesty the Queen...and tried to deflect her venom with humor and fun. She was NOT deterred. Attack followed by insult followed by humiliating comment. I spoke in my best "upper clahss" accent and the rest of the table was vastly amused...but NOT the Fire Breathing Dragon.
Joachim was convinced that her aggressive behavior meant that she LIKED me. This was her way of flirting. (I whispered to him that I'd hate to see her behavior toward someone she DIDN'T like.) I suppose that over the years I have forgotten the niceties flirting and the vague expressions of interest toward the opposite sex. But this was bloody painful, I tell ya.
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