I had a recent dinner date with a seemingly intelligent, well-dressed computer professional at a local restaurant. The conversation dragged, but when I turned the subject to movies, he became animated, telling me about his love for the films Star Wars and Alien and so on. But the more he talked, the more hyper he became. His voice was getting higher and higher and louder and louder. So much so, that I actually noticed that others were having difficulty concentrating on their own conversations.
I was getting really nervous when, out of the blue (and in an
especially high-pitched tone), he blurted out, ''Do you like porno?'' Everyone stopped and stared in our direction. I shook my head ''no'' and tried to bury myself in my salad. He tried to regain his composure and then mumbled, ''I don't like porno either.''
Needless to say, I didn't go out with Pee-Wee again.
-- Name Withheld