The community gym, early spring. Savia runs into a friend.
Savia: Hey! I haven't seen you in awhile. What are you up to?
Guy: Working out. Summer's coming. I've got to look good naked.
Savia: Why? Isn't a dazzling personality, sharp wit, and intelligence enough to attract women nowadays?
Guy: That's the hook. You've got to have the bait.
Savia: I see.
A theatre event few months later.
Savia: Hey! The bait's looking good, my friend.
Savia: Our conversation at the gym a few months ago, with the fishing metaphors.
Guy: Oh, yeah, right. Thanks!
Savia: You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. I mean, clearly, I've got the hook, and it's pretty obvious I've got the bait. But do you have any idea where I might find a pole?
Guy: Twitches and blushes and doesn't know what to do.
Savia: Shrugs and walks away.
Where does one go fishing these days? Any ideas?