Back when I tended bar, I often served couples, obviously on their first date, as they waited for a table. I took care of them, the way a bartender does, and then retreated to wipe down a highball or cut limes, assessing, all by my lonesome, how the date was going. I figured I could learn from it, get better at charming women, even simply speaking to them. That's how miserable I was at dating then, thinking I might absorb something for my own benefit. I didn't learn much—except don't ever look over a woman's shoulder while she's on a date—so I amused myself by developing my theory that always people dated up or down, from one genetic platform to another. It was my own bar game, to figure out how far off the two people were before they themselves even knew. |
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