Donald, recently separated, has of course been casting around this, the most happening bar in our Highland destination.
Last night apart from a couple of foreign looking girls who left early and seemed disinclined to chat, there was little in the way of interest apart from a sudden influx of women in the larger sizes just before closing time, 'predatory fat birds' was George's rather jaundiced verdict, there to pick off the most vulnerable and inebriated.
Tonight though Donald has struck gold and is in the full flow of conversation with a well presented, for her age, permed woman at the bar.
The facts of human courtship are that the process is not unlike the game of 'Chicken'. Who will be the first to reveal their true level of desperation and so risk rejection?
A desperate woman can be a frightening thing or at best a turn off, however this didn't seem to be a problem here.
Over a Full Scottish Breakfast George raised the subject of Donald's encounter, "Talking of swallowing down the porridge, how did it go last night?"
"It was fun" and "The beer goggles helped" was the extent of the information volunteered.
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