He got something...

"We got orange juice, biscuits, and even italian gelato", I say, introducing him to the little buffet. "You're too kind Mrs.Jenkins", he smiles, fixing his beautiful green eyes on me. Maybe I'm wrong but he has changed behaviour and that glance doesn't look so innocent. "Oh no problem!", I reply, "I mean...we had that little spiteful exchange the other day and this is the right opportunity for us to end it. By the way, I really hope that you realized how bad your words sounded to a woman like me. I never allowed any man to insult me or my fighting sports and this will never change". He keeps smiling, showing perfect white teeth; "Oh come on Mrs.Jenkins! I wasn't insulting you personally. The martial art that you're doing is visibly great for fitness". He pauses, glimpsing at my flat belly, "....but we shall agree that a real fight is a different story. It's not your fault, it's just the way it is. The normal relationship between genders...". "I won't listen to this bullshit a minute longer boy!", I protest, outraged, taking a step forward and prodding a finger onto his shirted chest. "You're so lucky to be my daughter's boyfriend. If you were anybody else, I would have kicked your ass right away". He doesn't look intimidated by my strong reaction and, after a moment, makes a withering laugh that just boils me over. "Sorry, ma'am. It's just that I've never been threatened by a woman and even an older one....it's just fun", he says. That arrogance was beyond any possible response, but one.

I would have avoided that situation but the reason why I needed Anna out of the picture was precisely because I had already figured out that that guy was in need of a bad, painful, embarassing lesson. "Ok, this is enough", I say, tossing my flip flops away, "I have no other choice. You need a lesson to learn how to behave. Show me where is this superiority. I'll make you regret all your words". I do my best to convey menace and disdain, but he looks super cool. "Oh, please Mrs.Jenkins, just spare yourself. You don't want this....", he replies, taking his white shirt off. I was looking forward to seeing him barechested, but when he shows his upper body, I remain petrified. From his shape, I guessed that he was lean and slim. But that was a huge misperception caused by the guy's height. It was the opposite in fact. The guy's shoulders are broad and even broader than I thought. Probably they look so large because his chest is so ample and well defined. Lowering my eyes I notice that his abs is not painted in a thin six-pack sculpture as I had imagined, but is somehow more ample and relaxed, giving a general outlook of body mass to the overall upper section. He's shaved and that highlights the shape of each muscle. Suddenly, a shiver runs through my spine. My peripheral vision suggests me to pay attention to his arms and his swollen biceps that were naturally bulging, but I cannot help but to lower my glance further and reach his naked feet. An unfamiliar sensation overwhelms me, one of complete inferiority and defeat. My confidence is undermined.