Last night I had dinner with an old friend in Palm Springs, and after we parted I decided to go to Hunters because I smoke and the patio is pleasant. (strike one against my appeal.) I had a cocktail or three (strike two against my appeal) and this really good looking guy comes out for a smoke and asks if he can join me at my table. Sure. The lighting both in the bar and patio is very subtle (meaning dark.) We strike up a conversation, he is the "film industry" in LA. He is 35 and starts getting really flirty with me. OK, let's see where this goes. At some point the conservation turns to me, what do you do, do you live here, blah blah. Yes I live here, I love it, blah blah blah. And I'm 57. (strike 3, you're out!) Pause. Hey, that's great. You look good for 57. I'm thinking lets go across the street to the Circle K for some smokes and see how pretty I am under the florescents He says I see some friends and I'll be right back, never to return.
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