Fetiche recently worked up enough courage -- all right, yes, your Curmudgeon helped chivvy her -- to go to a chess club in Santa Monica for a few face-to-face games.
"I walked in not knowing what to expect, but everyone was very nice. I was the only woman in the room; I got the feeling they weren't accustomed to female company. After a couple of minutes, a nice older man asked if I'd like to play. I said yes.
"'Are you good?" he asked as we set up the pieces.
"'I've only been playing for a year, but I love the game,' I said.
"He smiled. 'Well, let's see if I can amuse you a little,' he said."