So Thursday was date night. And by date night I obviously mean that I ate 2 pounds of wings, had several beers and then got belligerent.
Over said amazing wings, we discussed our respective days. Ad says: "So this guy at work was disputing the validity of site-specific spawning locations!" and I was all "Whaaaaat?" and he was like "I know, right?". Except that I meant "What? I don't get it. Please explain."
So from there- a light fisheries management conversation- we somehow devolved into a discussion on the evolutionary strategy of dating meatheads when you are a 20-year old female (there were meatheads at the table next to us. And 20-year old females). How can it make evolutionary sense if Meatheads aren't good providers and aren't as likely to stick around as Nice Guys are? Did we not clearly get here by evolution? Should we not be observing the rules that govern natural selection? How does it further the human race if we choose to date idiots who- were we to have kids with them- would make it more difficult to raise successful children? Women should be saying things like 'Gosh, that guy has a public pension. That is so hot', instead of 'That guy is currently not paying his alimony, and he gets in bar fights. I should probably date him.' At least, a few women other than me (I can clearly recall gushing about an ability to use 'intermittent' and 'asymptote' in conversation).
Though we haven't been observing natural selection for some time. I mean, how many peacocks say 'he's got that genetic defect, but he's got a great personality'? I guess we are just constantly making our own rules.
Anyways, I suppose that's not very romantic, but then again neither is shoving your date in front of a phone pole as he walks (seriously- that joke does NOT get old. Except for Adrian. He had several beer as well and he didn't recover in time to miss the pole and after that he had his cross face on).
Another date night success!
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