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“And then he says to the judge — well, if it were mine, I wouldn’t have put it in MY mouth.”

I almost choked on my vodka as the four of us burst out laughing. John’s wife, Jennifer, reigned supreme as the queen of the double entendre.

The waitress paused as we calmed down and wiped the tears from our eyes. She quickly cleared the table and set fresh drinks in front of everyone. Lynn looked at me and rolled her eyes as if to say, “Haven’t we had enough?” John caught Lynn’s frown and playfully admonished her with a boisterous, “Oh, come on, we’re celebrating Wednesday and no one’s driving.”

I smiled back at Lynn. She’d admitted, more than once, that even though Jennifer and John were a bad influence — and occasionally annoying — sharing a faithful mid-week chuckle had become an oasis in the otherwise empty abyss of our social lives. We looked forward to these weekly adventures, especially since we’d quit the church choir.

Someone signalled — our dartboard was now vacant. Drinks in hand, we walked over to a spot by the far end of that dark oak wall and readied ourselves. I yanked the worn darts out of the battered and beaten board and eyed the faded red bullseye; my undulating target was in sight. Now, if I could only stop seeing double — I’d have a chance. I stood and waited for my opponent.

John assiduously unfolded his custom leather holster. He diligently took a second to sharpen the stainless steel tips on all three of his 24-gm titanium-gripped darts and gently caressed the fine feathered fletching with his fingers. Finally satisfied, he raised his head and confidently grinned at me.

I stared back at him and blinked, then gulped from my glass. “Ok then, let’s fling these fricken darts,” I declared to everyone. I was more determined than ever to beat this grinning ringer.

Even with Lynn cheering me on, John won the set handily, demolishing me in three straight games. Lynn was generous and blamed my failure on the glass in my hand.

I think — a man with a titanium shaft will always have an unfair advantage.😶

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The Takeaway:
You clicked because of the title. Admit it.
A provocative headline earns the read. But clickbait without substance burns trust. The trick is a hook that delivers — curiosity rewarded, not exploited.

Your brand’s first impression is your headline. I’ll make sure it’s worth the click.

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