I guess that he is pushing on sixty, about six foot two, and one hundred ninety pounds with a shaved head and a gray little beard. He is dressed in hi... normal jeans and a starched white long sleeve shirt. And the meeting was going well. Until that is, the point at which “WK” picked up the panties and was looking very closely at them. Turns out that he is nearsighted, so in order to look at the detail that Mr. Cho was telling him about he took off his glasses and brought the panties close to his. We sat and chatted for a long time. After lighting the grill, we put dinner on and had a few more drinks. The meal was great, spiced by lively conversation. We were all feeling a little giddy. Marc and Cynthia got a little frisky with each other. I caught them making out in the kitchen (it was their house, what was I going to say?). Things calmed down after awhile. As we were leaving, our hosts invited us back next Friday night and to stay the weekend for they had some friends coming into town. Every wrestler was a great talker and could physically and mentally intimidate an opponent into defeat before the match even started. My favorite wrestler, and my idol, was always Jeff Hardy, because I associated with him so well. He was an outcast, misunderstood and underestimated by many, until they challenged him and went toe to toe with him, that is. That was how I was growing up, shy and reserved in general, but a fierce competitor who despised losing lay just below the surface, ready to. Kara looked disappointed, but didn't try anything else. She did lean against me and hold my hand as we walked out of the club. It's a sad comment on the state of our society that a 56-year-old man and an 18-year-old girl holding hands didn't even rate a glance from the rest of the crowd.As we headed out on to the sidewalk, Kara asked, "Do we at least get to make out in the car on the way?"I chuckled. "No car, we're taking the train. I live just off the light rail line." Mmmm, even better. .