One friend admits to wearing uncharacteristically short skirts and hanging around in bars trying to make eye contact; another has just started – and I’m honestly not making this up – pole-dancing lessons.
Did the hunting season open early this year? Why wasn’t I informed?
How many hunters inform their prey that the hunt has started? I’d be careful if I were you…
Sorry to spoil your sport, but I’m not exactly within the sights of either lady in question. It’s the ones who haven’t announced their participation that you have to worry about.
Now you see I would never fall prey to a lure like that. Nope, no siree, not me. Always the hunter me, never the prey. Never a victim to the wiley ways of American students abroad. Nuh-uh.
I have no idea how the notion of men clubbing women over the head and dragging them off to their lairs ever got started. The originators clearly had never spent time with geeks.