jb looked vintage. Kinda hip in this androgynous, timeless way. Lincoln meets Iris Apfel.  An anachronistic fashion icon. The top hat was felt. It was good material. 

He had a certain unshakeable sense about him- like an old boulder at the base of a mountain, immutable and seemingly forever. 

We looked at each other. A platonic silence hummed deep underneath an unnamed ocean. We were swimming in the dark pool of blind dates determined by an algo.