I've noticed that as I've gotten older it's harder and harder to find anyone who measures up to my standards.
Instead of hearing about your cigars and your Bourbon, why don't we hear about the great stories that were told. Nothing about common interests. Nothing about just friendly and comfortable conversations. No future plans for hunting expeditions or a joint trip to the next gun show.....just booze and smokes....and a short change artist.
Listen, I'm not finding fault or disagreeing with you. Like I said, I can't make friends either. I believe that the whole "buddy" deal peaks about the time you and your roomie in the dorm splits the sheets. By the time I had my first pad my sole focus shifted to females. I had some work buddies with families so our families became friends.....but there was something about every one of those dudes that got on my nerves.
I can count on one hand the few life long pals that I've had. After about 20 minutes they start getting on my nerves.
If everything else was hunky dory you wouldn't even notice who brought what to the table. You'd all pass out on the floor and wake up with a hangover.
Yeah, I can see myself standing on the porch and screaming for someone to get off my lawn.....and it's probably gonna get worse.