I sat there and sat there. Had another drink. Another. I waited for that feeling. That alcohol induced "I still don't give a rat's dirty follicle what you're saying, but I've moved passed caring" feeling. It didn't happen. Not soon enough. Not until I was up, and ready to go home. "Okay, thanks for an evening." "We'll have to talk about doing this again sometime...."
Here are the three doors:
Behind Door #1 -
Great guy. Great job. Great personality. Available.
Behind Door #2 -
Again guy. Great job, but been there done that. Personality. Available.
Behind Door #3 -
Certainly, this isn't difficult. "I'll take Door # 3"
-The sunglasses get me everytime.