I've got game.

~11:45 pm, July 4th, Secession Day:

I was at the Beacon Hill Pub, with Smooth.  We were commiserating over beers, and a nice, cute young Beacon Hill-type asked politely if she could use the bar stool free on the other side of the table.  Naturally, I said "Sure; you can have the bar stool if I can get your phone number.  I don't have my phone (I've lost it, sorry ladies), but I can write it down for you."

She smiled wide and told me (twice, because I couldn't hear her the first time), "You've got a lot of game."  Then, about two minutes later, she winked at me from the next table over.  I'm pretty sure she was with her boy-friend.  

Not a bad way to kick this off ... not bad at all (brushes dirt off shoulders and pops collar). Sadly, I'm afraid this will be the last time I receive that compliment for some time.

Oh, and I've resolved to take pictures with the women I meet.  Hold on tight!  This could get ugly.