myself walking down the aisle anytime soon. I just don’t have time for a wife and family yet,” J.T. said.
Trey continued to chuckle. “Famous last words, I believe Dennis said the same thing. Now look at him. He’s meeting with wedding planners, picking out china patterns and choosing invitations.” Trey shook his head sadly at his friend. “I tell you man, this is totally unacceptable.”
J.T. smiled his understanding. “That’s right, you two used to run the clubs together. Now you’re on your own.”
Trey shrugged. “No biggie, just means that there are more lovely women out there for me.”
“Until Mamma Lou turns her attention in your direction,” J.T. said as he pointed across the desk to Trey.
“It’ll never happen. I’m way too smart for that. You forget who you’re talkin’ to. I am the man when it comes to side steppin’ that commitment thing. My record is clear, never even been challenged,” Trey said boastfully.
“I suppose that’s due to another one of your famous theories no doubt.”
“No doubt,” Trey added. He stood and cleared his throat. “You see you gotta know how to move on before the commitment thing even becomes an issue. Therefore your opponent loses the element of surprise. That’s what gets you caught, the “oops I slipped and fell in love” surprise thing. Once the surprise thing happens, you’re lost.”
Deciding not answer, J.T. gave his cousin a you’re-out-of-your-mind look. And the look said it all. Both men laughed with the anxious uncertain knowledge that Mamma Lou wouldn’t be interfering in their love lives.
“So what’s on your mind,” Trey asked as he slouched down behind his desk.
“Actually believe it or not, it’s Mamma Lou. I’m not so sure she’s isn’t up to something. She’s coming to visit this weekend and staying the week with Mom while Dad and Colonel Wheeler go fishing and that can only mean one thing.”
Trey looked at him sympathetically and nodded. “Matchmaking,” they replied in unison.
“Exactly, I think she’s using Mom’s love of the arts to throw me off guard.”
“So you are next.” Trey burst into laughter as he hit a few keys on the keyboard bringing up a betting grid. “I need to check the stats to see who had you going down in six months time.”
“Not so fast. I’m not down that aisle just yet.”
“So what do you intend to do?” Trey found it difficult to wipe the grin of his face.
“Beat her to the punch. I think Mamma Lou might try to set me up with a woman named Lena.”
“And you want me to run interference while you slip out of town?”
“Good plan but not feasible. I have too many things on my plate right now to leave town. Plus I need to get her off my back once and for all.”
“How?”
“I don’t know yet. It’s a shame I can’t make a preemptive strike like Sun Tzu’s The Art of War .”
“Now you’re talking,” Trey agreed. “ The Art of War should be the playbook for all relationships. It’s a war out there man. And our side’s loosing.”
“Not another theory.” J.T. shook his head.
“I’ll tell you about that one later,” Trey promised. “What do you mean preemptive strike?”
“I mean go on the defense before she makes her first move.”
“Why don’t you?” Trey said.
J.T. smiled broadly and nodded. The idea had merit. The tactic would put her totally off guard and just might put her off her matchmaking game for good, or at least for the time being. “It can’t be that difficult.” He paused.
“Do unto others…” Trey added.
“…Before they do unto you.” J.T. nodded his head as an idea began to formulate. His mind whirled with possibilities. Then it came to him. It was absolutely perfect. All he needed to do was throw her off guard by already having a woman in his life.
“A good charade ought to do it, but just long enough to get her off my back. A few days should work. Surely Mamma Lou wouldn’t interfere with true love.
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