Friday, August 26, 2005

Violins on television

We went out to dinner with two friends: one has been enjoying her summer by perfecting her recipe for cherry pie, as she is preparing to enter the baking competition at the state fair; the other has been enjoying his summer by being pursued by all manner of men from coast to coast.

We ducked out of a gallery opening to the cheap and quirky Southwestern restaurant next door. As we waited for a table, Pursued Friend told me the story of the West Palm guy he was sort-of dating.

"He's fine and everything, and I'm sort of into him, but he does math."

As P.F. is also a schoolteacher (foreign language), I thought, oh, well, here we have a Romeo and Romeo story: can they bridge the differences in their respective subjects to find true happiness in the teacher's lounge? Does he talk in abstract concepts? Is he always graphing parabolas? Is he too fond of solving for x?

"So, wow, he's a mathematician -- he teaches math, or ... ?"

Blank look.

"Meth. He does meth."

Oh. That. Oh, yes. Bad. Well, that's completely different.

Never mind.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha! hahahahahahahaaaaaaaa - that's SO something I would do! Innocents R Us, anyone?

Maybe notsomuch..

xoxo Anna

1:00 AM  
Blogger Jason Rohrblogger said...

What's wrong with being a methmatician and solving for ecstacy? Smoking high-pot-eneuse, snorting angle dust, popping oxy-continuum in the heroin triangle. So may drug-math puns. So little time...

8:15 AM  
Blogger Hanuman1960 said...

As my husband, F, would say to me: "Bell-Tone time!!!!!" :)

2:27 PM  

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