Well, he liked to talk about his work, which is understandable.
But about halfway through dinner,
I realized this was more than I wanted to know about physiology while I was eating. Maybe I'm the queasy type, I don't know.
Next week, I'm going out with a guy who cooks for the neighborhood pub n' grub.
I figure even if he talks shop during dinner, I'm good.
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