After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.
"Name's Hamish, your neighbour from 20 miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00pm."
"Great," says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks Thank you."
As Hamish is leaving, he stops and says, " Gotta warn you. There'll be some drinkin."
"Not a problem," says Tom. "I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man starts to leave and stops.
"More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too."
"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right!"
"I'll be there. Thanks again."
"More'n likely be some wild sex, too."
"Now that's really not a problem," says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months!"
"I'll definitely be there...By the way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us."