coffee no. 106

In the secondary school a very cool boy joined our class. He was handsome and nice but unfortunately he was not interested in any of girls gazing at him with the huge admiration. One day, during the break he took out his wallet and said proudly: 'I'm gonna show you my new girlfriend'. All of us were waiting with a curiosity, but the photo hidden beneath the transparent plastic was too good to be true. There was not an average girl in it but a big-red-mouthed blond model cut out from some magazine. We were so surprised that instead of laughing or calling him an idiot we looked at each other and nodded: 'Yeah, lucky you. She's a star'. It was really strange but that guy truly believed us and tried to use his trick another couple of times. 'I broke up with the last one. Look this is my new sweetheart' he was telling us about once a month, showing another paper girl from his mother's magazines. When I recollected this today I wondered who in this game was a winner. We, pretending to believe in his silly stories, he believing that we believe, or maybe rather he pretending to believe that we believe...