I don’t think I could be more likeable. Honestly! I pride myself on my affability and my sunny disposition. As the old saying goes ‘first impressions last’ and I’m always careful to make a good impression.
While I don’t meet many people these days having retired to the country to practice reclusivity, those I do meet, the odd farmer, delivery man and a few dog walkers, I’m certain find me personable and witty.
Take my nearest neighbour for example, once a grumpy old git, who for three years would drag his dog into the house as I passed lest his pooch might join me and my four ladies on our daily constitutional. If said hound, one Toby by name, managed to escape unseen, this grumpy bugger would hop in his car, drive right up behind us and scream at me to stop while he bundled Toby into his vehicle. But reader, I tamed him. Once he actually met me, and that’s another story, even he succumbed to my charm and now greets me cheerily and kicks the dog out the door to join my perambulation.
Of course, I have considerable experience in the art of meeting and greeting. Wendy, my alter ego, was a greeter in our Amsterdam vacation rental company for several years, and let me tell you that there was hardly a review posted that didn’t mention her charm and personality.
So, while in truth I am a reclusive, ill-humoured misanthrope, I am also a consummate dissembler. It has been remarked to me more than once that I would have made a good actress. Would have? Sure haven’t I spent all my life playing some part.
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