Katherine and I just got dinner at a restaurant in Park Slope. Things were most lovely until the two men seated near us... well, until we began to pick up on their conversation. It was about jdate. Seems they partake. Profiles. Ages on profiles. People met through the site. An "intellectual" dating service, "The Right Stuff." They were in the 70-ish range. Benefit of the doubt given--perhaps they were widowers. Then some reference to "staying over." Um... Then one said to the other, "You do better with two women at the same time." That was it. I couldn't contain myself. I made a series of snide, hilarious remarks to Katherine which shall not be repeated here, and which I at first hoped to be making at a low pitch, but eventually I just didn't care. Not that these men were listening--they soon switched over to the topic of medicines they take. I have a hunch I know what one of them was. I know it's wrong and ageist, but vulgar talk one gets used to from 19-year-olds is a bit more nauseating from the well-past-AARP set. Two women? The Internet and Viagra have created monsters.