The
Cute-Meeter
At
Pennsylvania University, the head of the graduate department, Joseph Blough,
called in his favorite TA, Candice Striper.
“I
perused your proposal. You have got to be kidding, you can’t earn your PhD on such
drivel.”
“But
Professor Blough, it's ground never covered before. Think about the advance in
human psychology, the breaking of myths. It could put PU on the map.”
Blough
was somewhat swayed by the idea of trading integrity for economic gain. But
Candice was all wrong on two counts. She shouldn’t become the subject of her
own experiment and with her figure-skating figure, and being gorgeous, God
forbid my wife would hear my thoughts, Chinese face, and silky raven hair
down to her fine derriere. I have to stop.
“So,
Candice, because of your beauty, I hope you don’t mind me stating the obvious,
your little experiment will be ruined the moment you start.”
“Thank
you, professor. That’s just it, the prettier I am the more likely this experiment
will work.”
“That’s
the problem.”
“I’ve
tried hard to get somebody, anybody to help me.”
“Try
again.”
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