Attila the Hun

Last night I met Attila the Hun at Millcreek Tavern. He was very polite about telling me that I was very attractive, and that my parents created a beautiful combination. [wretch, but gentlemanly] Mind you, I was having an ugly day yesterday, not having dried my hair after swimming and wearing my basketball team shirt and almost too-white jeans. I told him that I was waiting for someone, though I was not, and proceded to sit at the bar and stare at the wall.

This is the best part. He told me that he was in town talking to publishers about the book he had finished while living in Atlanta. I engaged him. I asked him what it was about.
This is what he said:
"A little telekinetics, a bit of metaphysics, and some psychology. But I don't want to let out too much until I'm sure the book is a go."


I lost a winner that evening.