It's me, isn't it?

So I was approached yesterday in the gym. It is flattering and this guy was unconventionally a looker. Sort of an Anthony Rapp type guy, except a little stockier and bald. I thought, 'hmm, could be interesting.' His name is Bill.

So here's the gist of the conversation, in play form!

Bill: How's the workout?

Bob: Ugh. Thanksgiving is not any one's friend afterwards, is it?

Bill: (laughs) Just got to come more often, I guess.

Bob: Yeah, I guess, but surgery is looking more appealing. My name's Bob.

Bill: I'm Bill.

Bill holds his fist out to Bob in an offer to 'knuckle punch.' Bob looks at the fist quizzically then understands the gesture. Bob raises his fist and they touch knuckles.

Bill: Nice to meet you. Next time I see you, I'll have my card to give you.

Bob: That'd be great.

Bill: I don't have any cards now, because I don't have a job. I was in real estate, but the market's so bad....

Bob: Yeah. Must be tough.

Bill: It is. Thank God for my dad. I live with him now. In New Jersey.

Bob: Oh. Wish my dad would take me in.

Bill: He's the best. I love my dad. (pause) Well, see ya later.

Bill gets up from the machine and walks away.

END

I assume he's unlucky in love. Or I am.