Perspective

Glancing into the mirror, self criticism derides me. Was I a fool to be honest? To not “play it cool,” and to let him see the wilder side of me?

I didn’t really think that I had a chance with him, but if I had said little, I felt he could have offhandedly categorized me.

And, I’d felt the chance to bridge with him was just too important to let other forces handle incorrectly.

So, that meant my fumbling was, in the end, the best way to show authenticity.

I would have liked it if it had mattered to him – that I sacrificed my play, yielding to him every advantage.