Wednesday, November 12, 2008

"Do you have any kind of ... gentleman friend?" 

When in counsel with an academic mentor, this, according to unknown guidelines, is a pertinent question in the definition of one's personal state of "general happiness" (mine).

I ponder it because (1) if I had answered "yes" (as I did), the conversation would only continue as before, the question having added nothing of value, but (2) if I had answered "no," I do wonder what his constructive advice would have been.

posted at 6:43:09 pm

Gloria
November 19, 2008   04:20 PM PST
 

If he was, I believe a telltale sign would be his time machine and/or old-timey top hat (either of which would boost his sexability factor all the way to 11), or his desiccated corpse (which would not).
Saladin
November 17, 2008   10:12 PM PST
 
Gentleman friend? Is your mentor from like 1870? Because that would be awesome.
Gloria
November 16, 2008   05:02 PM PST
 
Sometimes I wish life were like a Choose Your Own Adventure book, where if you shout "crap!" at the ending, you can flip back and find out what could have happened.
Deirdre
November 14, 2008   01:52 PM PST
 
I always want do-overs in situations, just to see how different the outcome would be.

There should be some mad genius working feverishly to invent such a thing.
Halcyon
November 13, 2008   03:21 AM PST
 
"I hear *the rabbit* is good for women of your age"
J f Z
November 13, 2008   01:14 AM PST
 
Hmmm. Yep.

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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.


   



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