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It should say tea for one and coffee for the other.

I went on a little “date” this morning. A tea date (well, the tea was for me — camomile, in case you’re wondering).

I met him at one of the campus coffee houses.

Nice enough man. Seems very sincere. Seems very sweet.

He said to me, “I was worried that you would either not be smart enough or too smart for me.”

I thought to myself, I can be either at any given moment. Because that’s the way it works. I’m not well-versed in everything but there are a few things that I know pretty well.

But how do you answer something like that?

I’ve had other partners tell me that I was much more intelligent than they are. What do you say to that? Yeah, I’m a smart girl. Heh.

This is the thing though. I’m book smart but I’m book smart in only certain areas. And I know those areas fairly well and can speak with a level of authority in them. I have no street smarts whatsoever. Which is probably why 1) I get in to trouble when I go out wandering around, and 2) why I stay in as much as possible.

Sure, I’m an intelligent person. And sure I’m drawn to other intelligent people. But I’m also aware that intelligence is only one attribute on a list of them that I find attractive. It’s a whole package.

So, he says to me, “Why haven’t you been snatched up? Are you into bad boys?”

Heh.

“I’m not only into bad boys but they have to be hyper-intelligent bad boys,” I respond.

“Psychopathic, you mean.”

“Pretty much.”

That sums it all up.