Ten non-sexual things a woman (that is: various individual women) has done in the past that have reduced me to Pepe Le Pew:
- laughed at my hair,
- dressed like a librarian,
- correctly fisked my inept critique of a famous theologian,
- told her pupils about me,
- pretended not to know how to use chopsticks so that I would teach her,
- returned my calls,
- discreetly touched the back of my shoulder on stage until I remembered where I was in my speech,
- helped save another woman’s life,
- insisted that we test my account of the Monty Hall Problem empirically, and
- turned up.
This prompts me to make an embarrassing confession: I actually used an Orkut testimonial to try to get Antoine to notice me. He thought I was taking the piss. Geek shame all round.
I was once at a birthday party when I found myself explaining to two women there (as unboringly as I could) how an aeroplane wing worked. When I’d finished they started gushing on at me about how clever I was and, like your Antoine, I thought they were taking the piss. A mutual friend of theirs later made a point of telling me later that they weren’t.
I do hope you didn’t use the “best mates” account of the aerofoil. You know the one: the air splits in two and the air flowing over the top surface is really, really keen to see its best mate (flowing under the wing) again, but it’s got further to go, so it goes faster, bless it, and so its pressure is lower and so the wing lifts. “The risible explanation of the rising bird”, if you ask me.
I reckon you missed a chance on point 5.
I’d never even heard of that one until you told me about it.