Dating Isn’t Rocket Science

January 18th, 2012

He was an astronautic engineer enrolled in a prestigious Doctoral program, but also a complete idiot. He would not shut up, and he spoke so fast it was like being on a date with an auctioneer. Also, he could not stop staring at my chest; he made virtually no eye contact with me. I finally got angry and blurted out, “Will you PLEASE stop staring at my boobs?” You will not believe how he responded: he actually got all pissy with me and said, “Well, men are visual creatures and your breasts are disproportionately larger than the rest of your body. So you really can’t get mad at me for staring at them.”

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