I almost forgot to share a part of my trip. On my way home from the conference I met a neurologist. He's single, and we talked for an hour and a half, then exchanged contact information. And when we said goodbye, he gave me a kiss!
A few more details will change the story. He's divorced, at least 70, and he sat next to me on the plane, so there was no escaping the conversation. Which was quite interesting. And the kiss was a grandfatherly peck on the cheek. It sounds so much better though to just say "I met a single doctor and he kissed me."
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