PB&J heartily consumed, Paul then turned his attention to what was left of his<i>Coca-Cola, </i>guzzling it in the process<i>.  </i>He absolutely loved the throaty burn from the soda, a burn that only<i>Coke </i>seemed able to accomplish.  Another side-effect from his beloved cola was the propensity to belch.  Hard, long, and deep.  Being a part-time gentleman, however, restricted him from carrying out this heinous deed.  At least in front of Charlette, anyway.<br/><br/>“<i>Prime pickings</i>?” he had to say it again, since he found it so amusing.  Though he wasn’t about to tease her about it, as she appeared to be sincere about her observation.  For some reason, he adored her naïveté.  Ah, youth, he thought.  She should know the truth, though, as he saw no sense in pretending to be something he clearly wasn’t.<br/><br/>“Well, I’m not too sure about those<i>prime pickings</i>as you say, Charlette, but thanks for the benefit of the doubt,” he said, smiling warmly at her.  “See, I don’t do the bar thing to pick up women.  If I’m at a bar, it’s usually to have drinks with friends or to watch some sporting event, also with friends,” he pointed out.  “And I don’t do that on-line thing either.  That seems kinda creepy to me.  So, um, no.  Sorry, but no<i>prime pickings </i>for me,” he said, laughing all the while.<br/><br/>Wishing to turn the tables, he decided to use her phrase against her.  “Now, speaking of<i>prime pickings,</i>Charlette, I would imagine that with your looks and bubbly personality, guys would be falling all over themselves for your charms and attention,” he stated.  He wanted to remind her of the stares directed her way when they were at<i>Mama’s Home-Made Pizza, </i>but thought better of it.<br/><br/>Are you that blind, or just mildly stupid, Old Man?  Eh? was his simple reaction, as Paul wondered what brought about the insults.  Bless you, Old Man, for I see now you still don’t really, truly get it yet.  Waiting for further explanation, it was eventually granted.  You’d best open your eyes, Old Man.  A storm is for surely headed your way.<br/><br/>Now, what the hell did that mean? Paul speculated.