Story time: Gary hired me to escort him—not for dinner, but to a parrot meetup. His bird, Elvis, had anxiety. Elvis pooped on the snack table, chaos erupted, and Gary called it "art." We laughed for hours. No romance, just two oddballs (and a parrot) curing loneliness with crackers and chaos.

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