Recently, I was involved in a brief conversation. Some of you may find that extremely hard to believe and to you I say, go to hell. I was with some people and we were enjoying some burgers and fries that were extremely good for $4.99. I shall write a Delicious or Disgusting post to counter PBelle's obsession with Dicks later in a week or two, as I have some more locations to explore before writing the definitive post on burgers in the DC area. One of these friends was, and remains, both Jesuit and married to one of the top 5 hottest married women in my dating range. In fact, she is currently residing at the top of that admittedly small set.
If I get a little derailed, please excuse me. Anyway, the married fellow says, "What the- I mean-" and then looks directly at me, the only single man at the table, and asks, "How well do you understand women?"
I answer as honestly as I can, "Well, um, I used to think I had things figured out, but I really don't understand a damn thing about them at all, as recent events indicate."
The married responds, "Well, they really aren't all that different from men, most of the time, but that other bit of time-oh here she is." His wife walked back in and over towards our table.
Thinking rather quickly, I said, "Well, I won't debate the fact that the original series of Battlestar Galactica had it's merits, I just think that the depth and scope of the writing is far surpassed by the new series. The visual effects, though, are on par with the new series. The old series' effects were the height of the technology of the time and so are the new series'. The new one just looks so much better because our technology is so much further along."
The married man looked at me and shrugged. His wife responded with, "I was wondering when you guys would get around to science fiction."
Let's just hope the women don't find out that we only watch and read science fiction to cover up the conversations we are having about them and about our lamentations of their impermeable minds.