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I mention the guy from Anza on my drive back home.

What did happen to me at the beach was that for the first time I seem to be attracting guys who want to chat.

Nothing big. Not gay stuff. Just guys.

One was a bit of a drunk, a little hung over, but I get those frequently. Nothing new. Drunks attract drunks even when sober for a long time. One of those mysteries of alcoholism that straight people don't get. Nor should they.

But the others were just passing the time of day. I was at the ice cream machine and a guy told me his adventures with the same machine, not working. A long, amusing saga of expectations gone awry. The betrayal by technology. He was good at imitating the whir that occurs in the modern vending machine as it "thinks" about the combination you put in. Funny.

Another guy was all about some people on the ramp who simply could not get their boat into the trailer slots. This happens sometimes. New people? New boat? Bad luck? A stiff wind?

They tried and tried and tried to no avail. I finally, and the guy I was watching with, had to leave it was so fucking excruciating. At first it was a mutual chuckle, then we were disaster witnesses. My friend knew something about doing the job and explained to me what was going wrong. Made sense. It did help to watch it.

He may have gone down to "help" but I didn't want to see that either.

There were others. One every hour by the average count.

Nothing heavy or serious but nice. Something new. Maybe I look more friendly.

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