Fr: I went out with this guy Monday night.
Me: Yeah? That's the first in a while. How was it?
Fr: Oh, just great. So great that three days later, he packed up and moved out of state.
Fr: He was talking about his ex-wife. He's 32, and he was talking about how immature she is...so I'm thinking maybe she's some young thing, 19, 20ish or so...but *no*...she's 62. Thirty freakin' years older than him, but, see, she's "immature".
Fr: See, I figured that wasn't a just a little red flag, that was a god damned red *flare*.
Me: Um, true. But he moved away anyway, so you don't have to work at avoiding him.
Life is truly stranger than fiction, I don't care what anybody says. Even if you pull the book from the Fantasy section.