John has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Indiana as far from humanity as possible. John sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet.
After six months or so of almost total isolation, he's finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded Indianian standing there.
"Names Shawn... Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge...Having a party Saturday... thought you'd like to come. "Great," says John, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you." As Shawn is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you there's gonna be some drinkin'." "Not a problem... after 25 years in the computer business, I can drink with the best of 'em." Again, as he starts to leave Shawn stops.
"More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."
Damn, John thinks... tough crowd. "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again." Once again Shawn turns from the door.
"I've seen some wild sex at these parties, too."
"Now that's not a problem" says John, "Remember I've been alone for six months! I'll definitely be there ... by the way, what should I wear?
Shawn stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us."
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