1. Join a club

That's what they say. A basic way to meet people is to join a group that interests you . You look at your life and pick out the most fun part of it and join a club.

So, I found a nerd club.

It's the perfect hangout for engineers and science geeks, a male dominated field. I'm spiking my odds in meeting Mr. Silver Single.

It's a Science Café  that that meets once a month and presents lectures about varied topics such as archeology, prehistoric animals and internet speed...

...and Quantum Mechanics,  the study of how atoms and molecules work.

Oh, yes.  Socially inept engineers and science geeks were as my dream date. Flirting will be a breeze! And if we do have a conversation, living 26 years with an engineer with have paid off, because I can speak the lingo.

And I was right . Lots of boomer aged men, were there, eager, to learn the mechanics of particles.

Now came the visual sorting for disqualifiers. Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. Wedding band,  wedding ring, wedding ring.

Gasp! And there he was, like a vision in the desert. Man, with wrinkles... and no wedding band. And he was even good looking in the thin, long haired professor way.  I hit the lottery.

So,  I sat in the row in front of him. I adjusted my seat and looked back. He was working a crossword puzzle. Oh dear. I adjusted my seat, touched my hair, and crossed my legs enough to be identified as someone with un-medicated ADD. Finally, we made eye contact. I widened my eyes and smiled. He looked back down at the crossword.

Then the lecture started.

Now, I knew a little bit about Quantum Mechanics before I got there, so  I thought I could keep up with the big boys. But trying to make sense of what the lecturer was saying about  the atom engines fried my dendrites in my poor little brain.

I kept pushing forward, hanging onto my seat so I could ask my pickup line, "So what's new in wave particle duality?" But my brain kept sizzling from all the quantums and mechanics that it had to process from droning lecturer. By the time it was over, my brain was blank white space. Drool was coming out my mouth. I came to when people started getting up to leave.

OMG! There he was, talking to the lecturer. I pulled myself together and found a tissue and wiped my mouth. I was going to stay and strike up a conversation, by golly!

But, he wouldn't stop talking to the lecturer. Something about Quantum Conditional entropy. Just hearing those words nearly pushed me back to the blank side. My poor little brain hurt too bad, so I left beaten but not defeated.

Not everyday will deliver a homerun. Shoot most days  I won't even get an at bat but I'm in the game.