Wing-Woman

To the guy who asks me where I am from, I reply Chicago....
I'm bored with this conversation already, but I'll do you the favor of asking you the same question..

Me: So, where are you from?
Guy: North-West Africa..a small country
Me: Well let's see...on the Mediterranean Crescent there are 5 countries
Guy: Its called Morocco
Me: Yes, I've heard of it. Next to Algeria and Tunisia
Guy: *brightly smiling* Yes, how did you know?
Me: Its called education. I have one; both formal and informal

Tip to Guys: If you've somehow mustered up the courage to converse with the wing-woman (yes, I am not searching for a man of my own, so I relish in this role), don't do something stupid like underestimate her intelligence. Give her all the benefit in the world. Northern Africa is not like a Rubix cube, its very simple actually. Always assume the woman knows and that the woman is right, this will get you very far.

Had you not assumed I was dense, I might have saved you from your white-sweater wearing isolation at the bar in stead of slipping away for a dance without you.

Word.