Met ____ at a local brewery on the beach just before sunset. We sat out on the patio. We’d had a very brief exchange on JDate, and he suggested we cut to the chase and meet for a drink. What the hay?

It was iffy right off the bat. As it turns out, the meeting (not a proper date) was a primer on how not to get any kind of groove on. I may have taken a wee baby step with this one in the direction of not getting into a pissing contest with anyone just because they may like to brag. For example, if anyone were eavesdropping on our conversation, at one point we segued into the subject area of just how gifted and smart he was/is. How he woulda gone to Cooper Union in NYC and become an architect, were it not for his mother’s preference for the Ivy League. As I followed along, I felt an evil hand compel me to throw in a brag of my own from time to time.

So, like I say, if anyone overheard us, they would have been righteously justified in thinking, what a lame ass old couple of burnt out blow hards, as I followed his brag about his SAT scores with one about my own. Mind you, we both took the SAT’s over 4 decades ago! If you were not listening, you’re reading about it here…

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