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So it’s Friday and I’m off to celebrate the weekend at the local sports bar. With a little liquid courage, I decide to walk over to a table of two nice looking women and ask if I could join them. They looked at each other with “that look”. Like a leper asked to use their toothbrush. So I made my way back to the bar to indulge in a few more adult beverages.

All I wanted was to join them at their table. No wedding/engagement rings in sight. No boyfriends around. I figured I could at least have some good conversation for awhile instead of just sitting by myself staring at ESPN on the plasma. Guess not.

I’m sure you’d say just shrug it off and move on, but there’s one fact I’m slowly/reluctantly wising up to. I’m nearly 34, which is a ways away from 18. Injuries of any kind just don’t heal that fast anymore.

I’m getting too old for this crap.

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