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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 9 of 307 small goal of getting another paycheck in a county where the only other possibility was the turkey plant, but he knew little more about me than I might have put on a resume. The fact was that he had told me more about himself than I needed to know. One, I knew he was dangerously egocentric and possibly suffering from anti-social personality disorder. Many people with antisocial personality disorder go into law enforcement, so I was willing to bet money that he had at one time been a cop. He was obviously technically savvy and I was sure he'd had at least one divorce. A loner. He had no family photos on his walls. No awards. No memorabilia of any kind. (Neurotic Nephi still has his blue ribbon for winning the second grade hand ball competition!) I would say this guy had some kind of past that he wanted to erase from his life. Don't call me a know-it-all for jumping to all these conclusions when all I have by way of psychological study is a minor in Psychology and a masters in Lit. I knew I could be wrong about every single guess. But Steve had made me jumpy. It was irritating and arrogant of him to leave all of his research about me up on the screen and then to manipulate the situation so that I would encounter it alone and soak in my own anxiety. All of my mental snooping about him was my nervous reaction to feeling anxious. I organize things. I try to make them make sense. I am used to jumping to conclusions. Sometimes |