New joke I tried to use to brush off Bev’s advances…
I’m not really ready to date so soon after losing my Clare, although I might be game for sitting in separate bathtubs, lightly touching fingers, and gazing upon a beautiful vista while we wait for me to get a chemically-induced erection.
Bev said, “Okay.”
I suppose it might sound like an invitation if you mistakenly believe my national language is cynical sarcasm.
Really. I’m not dating.