Dog Owner asked me to "come over and have a glass of wine". I went over, and had some scotch. We didn't make out, didn't even sit on the couch and snuggle. We sat next to the dinning table and BS for an hour. Dog Owner is an intellectual and has a job for an intellectual, but he would say stuff like "hey man have fun" while throwing this gangster gesture. WTF?
At the end he pecked me on the lips. Maybe one of these days when his dogs are at his ex-wife's we can finally, like, kiss?
What I learned: in the 60s the Chinese reached out to western world because they needed a fertilizer plant. Also Lismore Speyside from TJ is an okay single-malt scotch. Drink it like Mad Men.
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