Shift Your Sails, My Beauty

Today, I tagged along with my brother's friend's older sister to Sea Scouts, the co-ed, badgeless version of sea-fairing boy scouts.
Yep.
We were suppose to go out on the water today, but a hefty lightning storm shut that idea, so we stayed inside, played some games, and learned a little bit about compasses and navigation.

Lesson 1: Nautical miles are not miles.
People use Nautical miles because the earth is round, not flat. On a map, one degree of Latitude equals one Nautical mile, which equals one second, I think.

Ehh, anyway, I had fun, net some people, and got a feel for what sailing's all about.

Seem to bland?
Time for the twist.

One of the seniors(?) is double-majoring in Psychology and Sociology. Interesting guy.
Fairly typical brainiac in the way of more book smarts than people smarts, but that's never really bothered me.
I've hung around enough nerds to cut to the chase.

I'm interested in Psychology as more of a curiosity, so naturally, I asked if he's focussing on a specific theory.
He said he supports Skinner, the behaviorist with the famous dog and meat powder stimulus/response experiment, but doesn't agree that genetics determines behavior.
Not too shabby. I'd say the same.

He also mentioned he tends to analyze people, and that usually leads to less friendly interactions.

Two red flags.
He's looking to work in the field, so there's no doubt in my mind that I want to know why he chose his study.
He reminded me a little of myself, so if he is anything like myself, he won't easily let the dust cabinets fly open. It may be too personal. If so, I will have all the answer I want. No need to pry.

Back to the red flags, his hints may have hinted too much. If he is anything like me, he would have held a conversation like a chess game: talking with his mouth and processing with his eyes. His eyes were bright and still, like they were fixed, focussing intently on one spot.
I have a strong feeling he caught a vibe from me because he was so interested in talking to me from that point on. Maybe I'm overanalyzing this, but that's just how I work.

I think he saw something. I think he was looking for gaps in my front. No telling what.