Meeting up with Luce
Well, I’ve already written most of the things I felt like writing about, so I’m just going to post a few more times in this blog and that’s it. This time I’ll tell you about this guy I talked with after my date: Carl Luce.
Back when I was studying at Whooton School I knew this guy called Carl Luce. He had the highest I.Q. in the whole school! Old Luce was supposed to be my student advisor, but the only thing he ever did was give sex talks. He was very knowledgeable about the subject too, and he pretty much knew every flit in the world. He really did. Anyway, I called Carl after my date with Sally to see if he could meet me for dinner together. He said he couldn’t, but that he’d meet me at the Wicker bar at ten o’ clock for a few cocktails. I’d bet he didn’t expect a call from me. After all, I think I called him a “phony slob” or something like that once.
Anyway, I had nothing to do until ten o’clock, so I watched a movie – a putrid one at that – in the meantime. Finally, I went to the Wicker bar early.
Sometime later, Old Luce arrived. He had a couple of dry martinis, and I had a couple of Scotch and Sodas. We talked about his current girlfriend, sex in general, and a little bit about psychology. It took us a while to start the conversation, though. That’s the problem with intellectual guys; they never want to have an intelligent conversation unless they start it.
