Point: I am so in love your mind!
by Missy Denham
Austin, in the three months we've been dating, I have to say... I have never been more attracted to a guy's mind! You are so smart and knowledgeable about everything, from sports and cooking to history and science! I know it's trite (thanks for teaching me that word, hee), but I could honestly stay up all night with you and do nothing but talk. Your intelligence only makes you sexier!
I've heard of soul mates... I think you're my brain mate!
Counterpoint: My mind just wants to be friends with your mind.
by Austin Farr
Missy, I don't care about any of that stuff. It's called seduction. God, are you really that naïve? What am I saying, of course you are. Look, I really don't feel like giving you another lecture about Eastern European politics, OK? I get that you're interested in that bullshit. But almost everything I told you about you could have gotten yourself from reading yahoo news. Yahoo... fucking... news! I am not your TA, Christ. Do you really think our conversations are that stimulating for me? Or could it be your shirtlessness that keeps my attention?
Don't get me wrong, though. We can still mess around. But can we maybe ease up of the pretense of intellectual connection? You're not exactly the deepest pool for me to jump in, if you get my incredibly offensive metaphor.
We're not brain mates. We're brain buddies at best. Now let's see those better-than-average tits!