There’s a Belgian dude here and, boy, is he a close-talker!
He’s the client of one of the partners here and he’s here for a closing. He’s talked to me no less than five times today and it’s not even noon!
He’s cute as a button, though. I don’t mind talking to him but he makes me very conscious of my breath. I’ve downed a box and a half of orange tic tacs already!
He’s very tall and, bless his heart, has the cutest accent ever. Yesterday, he asked the partner with whom he’s working if I’d be joining them for lunch. I (politely, of course) declined so the partner wouldn’t be in an awkward position.
Kiss him! Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiss Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim!
It’s the only way you’ll know. If he balks, just tell him it’s an American custom to transfer Tic Tacs orally to a new acquaintance with whom you’ve had five conversations before noon on a Wednesday.
