Women Are Not Impressed By Bigfoot!

This is not a tested theory, but rather one that I can safely assume would be the case: women probably don't appreciate being wooed by a man's belief in a mystical hairy fella running around some woods in North America.

Just as cladograms detailing the evolutionary line of extinct animals do not excite people as much as they excite me, I highly doubt that my tales of mid-tarsal breaks and dermal ridge orientation would hook the attention of a woman in a library, let alone a bar.

To be quite honest, I was hit on in a bar not too long ago - a week or so past, I reckon. In retrospect, it was my fault I didn't successfully woo her! She seemed like a perfectly lovely fresher, albeit very forward with her whole "You're a third year? You should by me a drink then" approach. With the benefit of hindsight, I wish that I'd told her "Yes, but only if you give me a kiss first" rather than "Not right now, maybe find me later?"

Then again, I also wish that I could resurrect dinosaurs and recreate Jurassic Park, so perhaps it's best my wishes don't come true.