Just A Friend

He is an intelligently civil
man, genial to a fault. In 
appearance tidy, though most
physically unprepossessing; an elf
of a man with a ready rictus of a
smile, red nose and cheekbones
and sparse, fair hair above
watery blue eyes that manage
to be penetrating all the same.
Of Swiss origin, he inherited
the custom of preciseness. 
This is a man with the soul of
an accountant, a numbers man
par excellence, inherently
fastidious about ensuring quality
for monetary investment. A
chirpy greeting and pleasantries
to follow invariably degenerate
into drawn-out complaints of
social institutions and his
cranky interventions, rarely
giving satisfaction beyond the
opportunity to register disapproval.
A moralist, very few manage to
meet expectations. His medical
history is an open book should
one politely enquire. Rigidly
authoritarian, he disdains the
endemic permissiveness that
permeates the social contract. 
Other than that, a perfectly nice
fellow, our casual acquaintance.