While chatting with ROFL about pomegranates he told me he doesn’t eat the entire aril – he basically eats to the seed and then spits the seed out. His coworker interjected, “I used to eat all of it, but the miss doesn’t like them, so now we sit on the porch and spit the seeds out.” “You have a miss again? When did that happen? Was that from your online dating?” I asked. “Yep. One date and a few months later we’re still spitting seeds,” he replied.
“That online stuff works for people his age. For people your age…” ROFL started to say and then stopped mid-sentence. “My age? Really?” “I’m just saying, I wouldn’t want to be dating at my age, let alone online, ” he said and added, “It just seems as people get older they have more baggage.” “I may have junk in my trunk, but I do not have baggage,” I replied. “Either way, they’re checked the same,” his coworker quipped. “That’s it. I’m backing this trunk up. Beep, beep, beep, beep,” I told them and backed out of their office space with my junk high in the air. “I’m off to change the age on my dating profile.”