So I’m sitting in the front row at one of the conference sessions, and I realize that one of the speakers is a total babe. He gives his shpiel, and it becomes also obvious that he’s really smart and totally plays for the home team. So I’m sitting there trying to look all suave and intellectually engaged in the topic at hand, and I pop a contact. Suddenly, I’m a twitching, tearing mess who can’t see a damn thing. I have to race back to my hotel to get my glasses before the massive eyestrain headache sets in.
And people wonder why I can never land a fella.