By the time we reached the bar, I’d gotten Jason off the phone, and shifted my attention over to Him.  Moving from wine to whiskey, continuing to follow Tiffany’s lead, she had me discussing something about my past feminist research and various internet oddities, probably to watch the men respond. They sat wide-eyed, amused.  I guess I know more than I appear to sometimes, at least in terms of subjects you might not expect. He, however, seemed genuinely interested.

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