I was sitting with my friend R. in a bar. My friend was completely ignoring me (a rather stimulating treatise on how my failure with women is caused by millions of years of human evolution. I've entitled this thesis "Nature or nurture, culture or genes: Pick any one -- or all of the above"), and was focusing on a girl on the other side of the bar.
"She could be your daughter," I told R. He continued ignoring me, and said, "She could totally be mine..."
"Perhaps, but she won't," I said. "You're 38, you have a girlfriend and you were telling me the other day you were thinking of proposing to her."...
