[Well at least he's not bringing up the 'jerk off' conversation of awkwardness. Here comes Hank, the bastion of all sorts of colloquial phrases people should and should not know.]

It means to meet, pretty much. In this case, romantically. I met my wife when I was forty. Ended up not going well. Sometimes you sign on for forever, and forever doesn't happen. [He raises his beer.] And thank fucking god for that.

[Because some losses are for everyone's own best interest.]

I'm sure it will. All it takes is some outdoor time. Let it fight on its own here and there if it wants to. And you'll have a stylish Egyptian coffin in your house.