I’d been dating a math professor when I met him; Jason was his name, the math professor that is, and I left him, too. In comparison, the relationship didn’t seem worth the necessary effort. To think I got along better with someone I’d known for a few hours than I did with someone I’d known now for years, I honestly didn’t really give it much more thought than that. I’m not saying it makes sense, and I don’t expect anyone else to understand it, that’s just the way it was. I’m sure one could speculate as to the real reasons behind this comfort level.  One might suggest it stemmed from similar backgrounds; he grew up at a school back East with the Gore boys, me at home in the South with the Bush girls. Really, though, that doesn’t say much more than we were raised in political, fairly well to do areas. Maybe, then, his intelligence, perhaps his body?  I doubt that, since I’ve known plenty of smart, pretty people that wholly disinterest me. With that said, you can understand now why the Romanian’s theory might seem equally valid by comparison.

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