Circumstances have made it such that I have a date with a cute Asian film school student tomorrow. She seems like an interesting and smart individdle. But while I'm firmly ensconced in the high-stakes world of international business wheeling/deeling, she's fretting about finals. And, I dunno, her nails. Affording textbooks? God, we have nothing in common except our mutual love of Lars von Trier's The Five Obstructions.
I feel like a creepy old man! I am 28 and she is 21. (n / 2 + 7) puts her exactly at my lower limit. Recent studies have shown that I lack any moral compass whatsoever*, so I am turning to Evilbore to find out if this date is going to be totally sweet--or if our nascent relationship is, like a third-party Wii game, doomed from the start.
* Not that you guys are paragons.