Intern

An overly dressed man always stands out on the street in Berkeley. This is not NYC. 

Our eyes met for a few seconds, a lot was exchanged. 

You think you are wealthy and charming, fine taste on top of skills and experiences, you can consume whatever you desire, especially fit young girls who look like interns, best if they are exotic species. All girls long for older, classy men, don't they not? 

But sir, aren't we twins who sync? Thinking the exact same! Only difference is that I'm generally too shy to come out of my disguise, and I have different looks on various occasions. You might think I'm a new intern, but I have been interning in a wide range of offices for most of my career years. I did whatever they asked. I'll do whatever you demand, if I'm willing to accept your offer.

You think the world is run by you, and you are better than those close-minded because you are kind enough to appreciate all species, inferiors too. You feel exceptionally terrific about yourself when you can enjoy the exotic kind.  

Well, sir, to that, I'd have to pause and applaud you. That's some brainy stuff there. Although I don't know what it feels like when my living room is not filled with actual geniuses, have a MacArthur fellow genius grant recipient as my lifelong mentor too who happens to be the kindest human being. But to you, no matter how attracted at the moment, I'll be staying in your "disposable" category. Aren't we twins who sync, sir? Thinking the exact same!

Only difference is that I don't wear out "wealthy and charming" as my self wealth, I don't count and I don't remember the numbers. I got no time and no interest for that. 

I do dress up though, I dress up to please, to make them feel good, isn't that wonderful, sir? 

It's still a pleasant day with pleasing weather, do you not agree? Why not have a cup of tea and chill a bit, the world can run by itself for a second.