raefinlay

Prospective Student: So, um, how old are you?

Rae: er...he’s not in his 30’s yet, it’s prolly ok to give him my real age.…32.

PS: *face lights up*

Rae: Drat. Guessed wrong. But I’m extremely immature for my age.

PS: *laughs too hard* *stares at Rae’s boobs*

Rae: *crosses arms* So, you thinking to start Aug 22?

PS: Well, I have to go to San Diego this month for a while. I’m, um, looking for someone to drive down with.

Rae: *stares blankly, pretending to be stoopid.*

PS: Yeah, uh, we could go to Hooters for dinner.

Rae: WHA??? Yes, YOU could. do NOT ask him to bring you back a shirt. Do NOT ask him. …Alrighty then…I’ll give you a call and follow up with you later if you’re interested in attending here.

PS: Well, I wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to see you every day.

If he calls again, I’ll be sure to work in the fact that I write science fiction and fantasy. That usually gets ‘em to run screaming.