I knew who he was. Heck, I lived across from him. Plus I was in love with his wife. So I didn't really need a formal introduction to Tom Buchanan, even though I was given one. I was polite of course, and I looked him in the eye and smiled as I shook his hand. "Dang these hands have probably touched Daisy" I thought. But then I smiled because I knew my hands had been touching her too. I started to smile, and almost winked, but I didn't because that blew my cover. He said "It's nice to meet you" and I said "You too Old Sport!" But what I meant was "you have no idea the things I've been doing with your girl." It was quite raunchy, but it was the truth.
We had a nice conversation at that party, but I wasn't paying much attention nor giving any good answers because I was so busy dreaming up scenarios in my head where Daisy and I run away together. I wish I could've seen the look on his face when he heard out that his love ran off with another man. Boy, that would do a number to his confidence wouldn't it. Of course, that never happened, but it would still have been a great scene to witness.
We finished up our conversation, said our goodbyes, and as he turned around to enjoy the rest of the party, I searched around for Daisy to see if she wanted to sneak outside so we could enjoy the party by ourselves.
I only expected to see Tom Buchanan one time after that night- and I did. However, things didn't go exactly how I had wanted them to.
Jay, what are you talking about? First of all, we went to college together, so I have not a clue where your amnesia comes from regarding our first encounter. Furthermore, everything you said about Daisy is untrue. When we met again for the first time, you had not even talked to Daisy in five years, much less doing "raunchy" things with her. You also went on and on about Daisy leaving me, but it never happened; you lost. She is mine and she admitted in front of you that she loved me. No matter what you may have previously thought, you never really had a shot with her; a bootlegger will never win against a man like me. Rest in peace "old sport".
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ReplyDeleteGatsby,
ReplyDeleteI wish you would have stuck with Daisy. I wish Tom didn't even exist sometimes. If you were still in the picture, you wouldn't have had to meet Tom. I guess things happen for a reason. If only you didn't get shot, you and Daisy would have been together forever. All the best.
-Jordan