It's interesting to see, if you've got a number of people who all want a piece of... sensitive... information, how many different techniques they'll come up with to gain this information. First, there are the direct people. They'll just come out and ask whatever it is they want to know, no hedging around, no dodging the question, nothing. And, of course, there's the "foreplay" variation, in which the person will "warm you up", first, with questions or comments pertaining indirectly to the subject, and once you're ready, they'll insert the actual question, hard and fast. And, once they have what they want, they'll quickly withdraw, but if you come up with the answer right away, they'll push and they'll push, harder and harder, until they get it. Then, there are the subtle ones, who try to trick you into telling they what they want to hear. And there are the "euphemizers", who are so delicate and discreet that they try every way they know how, to ask you their question, without actually asking.
My favorites are the "euphemizers". Since they terms they use have so many different meanings, it's so easy to twist their words around so that you've honestly and completely answered their question, without actually telling them a thing that they want to know. "Are you seeing so-and-so?" "No. He's at home and I'm here. If I was seeing him, I'd be schizophrenic." "That's not what I mean." "So, what do you mean?" "You know what I mean" "Do I?" I also like the subtle ones. Once you know what it is that they're trying to learn from you, you can have fun with them, too. The direct ones are the hardest. It's really hard to dodge a direct question.
"Did you have sex last night?"
a) "Yes."
b) "No."
c) "None of you business."
d) "No, but I'm ready to have some now. Meet me in Room 602 in 5 minutes."
(Answer C is the most likely answer, and answer D is the least likely. And, if anyone's wondering, I really like the luxury Arabian. It's hot. Personally, I think it's hotter than the luxury Roman, especially because the best ROCR is 1118, and that's Steven's room. And that really, really, really breaks the mood for me.)
Plus, even though I'm rather adept at dodging even the most forward, direct and indiscreet questions, my visage always gives me away. Curses on you, dilated blood vessels!!! Arrgg! Let's just say, poker is not my game. I like Shithead. And Bullshit. And Asshole. But I really don't like assholes. I dealt with one today, and I wanted to punch him.
Speaking of card games, why is it that the best games have obscene names? My theory is that they were invented after consumption of mass quantities of ethanol-based beverages, and when one is in a drunken stupor, it makes a lot of sense to call a game Shithead. Not so much sense once the booze have exited the system, but once the name was given, it stuck.
I realized that I have some really strange friends. Oh well, I guess birds of a feather must flock together. Caw caw