And we will call him Matt.

or, Dave was right.

Last night, I learned gym dude’s name.

Publicly at least. Privately, I’ve known it for awhile.

The conversation went something like this: “My NCAA brackets suck. What is your name?”

Actually, first we talked about my brackets sucking because of two particular picks only one of which we shared. I mentioned that I was obligated to pick those picks because I attended both of those schools. He was super impressed with my smartness. Or at least my ability to get into schools that people have heard of. Or that play in games that are broadcast on TV.

After we established my pedigree, I asked the big name question. So now we’re friends. Marriage will probably follow soon.

And Dave was right. It wasn’t that hard (of course Dave might have proposed me proposing we get a drink – a step I’m not ready for). So if I continue to take Dave’s advice, the next easy thing on my list is to buy a tri bike.