plenty of eels, not fish

He repeatedly bemoans the loss of a fish that broke the line and stole the bait.
There are supposedly plenty of fish in that pond, but he keeps ending up with eels.
Slick, slimy eels, with gleaming skin to draw him in...
and sharp teeth to cut free after they have had sufficient free meals from him.
Sure, technically eels are fish, but they have a strong taste not to my liking.
I think maybe the bait he sets out there could be better used.
There's a much better, more respected, virtual lake that may not have plenty of fish...
but will certainly have marine life with his likes and goals and values.
I keep encouraging him to seek a true catch there, but he has not yet.
Perhaps he is not as ready for commitment as he professes to be.
Meanwhile, he does not seem able to partake of the local bounty.
He told me during the hurrication about the fish that jump into his boat in the real world...
fish that he tosses away without even sampling any of their flavors.
No, I take that back.
He did allow himself to be reeled in by one of them, a while back...
but he had not understood about catch and release.
After a while, that fish let him go and swam off, appetite sated.
That one had not been in search of a relationship.
He thinks of every landing as leading to forever...
even though he's dipping his pole into a luckless body of water..
even though he has had more than a double handful of fish from there that got away.
Sigh.
Oh, to be in my thirties again...