Recently (early September) I received a facebook direct message from my buddy of more than 30 years, stating that in about a month we'd be resuming our weightlifting regiment, whereupon I'll follow up on my entreaty that we go out in a quest to search for wives, ala Gondorf and Hooker (the Sting), Butch and Sundance, Chucky and Will Hunting, et al.
I feel now is the time to fish or cut bait, and I'm too young to do the latter.
Echoing Bon Jovi: "...It's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever. I'm just gonna live while I'm alive... It's my life."