An imaginary conversation about buying beer

I definitely know where to pick up guys with beards now.

You need to pick up guys with beards why?

I don’t need to. I already have one. But if I did, I found the mother lode.

And where is this treasure trove of bearded manliness located?

The growler fill store! I was the only female type person there and they all wanted to help me pick the best beer possible.

Right. That is what they wanted.

And they were hoping I would share it with them in bed.

What!?

Well, they were.

Of course they were, you’re adorable.

You’re not objective. I am older than they are.

Can adorable ever be objective? Maybe they think slightly older women are hot.

Maybe. Thanks for thinking I’m adorable even if it’s subjective.

You’re welcome.

Aren’t you going to ask me what we picked?

We? Really?

It was kind of a group decision.

How big was this group?

You’re jealous that random beer store guys helped me pick out an IPA?

No! Yes. Kind of.

Now that is adorable, and flattering too.

So, what did the horde of bearded admirers pick out for you?

It wasn’t quite a horde. There were three of them. A triumvirate of bearded beer geeks. You think I let them decide for me? I am nearly as beer geeky as any cute guy with a beard.

Good point. What did they propose? Wait, you didn’t mention that they were cute…

RPM, something from Lagunitas, and the Stone double IPA. If they weren’t cute, would I have mentioned them at all?

You never can resist a double or triple…and yes, you still would have mentioned them.

True. But I love Boneyard, too.

I know.

You’re right, though.

And you admit it? Wait, which part was I right about?

I always admit when you are right. I just don’t admit when I am wrong. And don’t raise your eyebrow at me.

Sorry. So RPM or Stone?

Stone. Want some?

I’ll get the glasses.







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