When I was about 13 or so, my mom and I were eating in a dept store restaurant (RIP Thalheimers, you had the best popovers) and a MENSA group was meeting there. Keep in mind that at age 13, I a: still thought having a higher-than-average IQ meant that I was a speshul snowflake and b: was significantly thinner and more conventionally attractive than I am now, in the "getting hit on by creepy older men" way. Said meeting was full of creepy older men - mostly the stereotypical basement-dwelling type which we are so often accused of being here at FW - and I had not the good sense not to ask about joining. *headdesk* Fortunately, I was also lazy and never got around to trying. Not for lack of effort on the part of the creepy older man I had spoken to, however.