truth is stranger than fiction

i had a conversation last night
with a guy i know
and he just got married
and thinks i'm unbelievably old
so i don't think there's any way he's flirting with me
and
i can't think of any other reason for him to be blowing smoke up my ass
but
here's what was said


i was saying that i didn't like this bossy chick
and then i asked him:

do you think i'm a bad person

cause
i don't know
not really because i said i didn't like her
more because i sometimes wonder if i really am bad
for other reasons
but it worked marginally in context here
so i threw it in

he said:
no
i think i'm really lucky to know you

which i thought he might be being facetious

but then he said:
having a conversation with you
is like talking to a really great writer whose books you just haven't read yet

now i'm trying to remember
have i told him i write
cause i don't usually tell people that

have i told you that i write

no, he says
but of course you write
and then he says something about my vocabulary


now, i don't know
this guy messes with me a lot
but this isn't his style of messing with me
so i think this was legit
which is kinda cool

but
as fiction
this would be a completely unbelievable conversation