I've always been more of a lover than a fighter.
Back in '79, while visiting our local watering hole on the barrier island, sitting at the bar I struck up a convo with a lovely lass who had moved here with her boyfriend from Akron. Apparently, he had ended up going back to Akron. We went for a walk on the beach and ended up dating for a couple years. We were both in our 20's. She worked for a real estate developer in Daytona Beach Shores and rented an A-frame right on the ocean on the south end of the island. Man we had some really nice intimate times together. She was quite sophisticated but a lot of fun to hang with. Took photos of me while I surfed.
Of course there are other "bar-related" stories but this is the one I like the most.
