I asked another man out on a date.

He said yes.

Just two straights sitting in the niche-est brewery in a town full of niche breweries, chatting about work, design, life, and technical details. Sipping slowly at my one I-still-need-to-drive-home-later-and-no-longer-engage-in-that-kind-of-fuckery beer, I inevitably told him about all the different bricks I had shit in my life.