Guys Don’t Make Passes

We all know how the phrase ends.

At girls who wear glasses.

And while I rarely wear glasses anymore, I think a variation of this phrase happens to be true.

Guys don’t make passes at girls who appear intelligent.

Eh, I could be wrong. Translation: Please let me be wrong. I’m willing to accept and embrace being wrong on this. (I am not, however, wrong about monkeys. More on that later.)

Here’s what happened:

There’s a shuttle that takes me (and on average a dozen or more corporate drones) from my parking spot to the office of my day job. It’s a trolley-like affair, red with polished wood seats and a somewhat maniacal driver.

It’s a ten to fifteen minute ride for me one-way. Just enough time to get a few pages of the latest gripping novel I’m reading or take notes on the latest gripping story I’m writing.

So I pull out a book.

I’m well into page two when I hear two men talking about me. They are on the other side of the trolley, one seat behind me. (I have excellent peripheral vision.) The conversation they had went like this:

Man One: Why don’t you talk to her? She’s cute.

Man Two: Oh, yeah. <pause> No wait. I can’t. She’s reading a book. She might be smart. (This last sentence was said in a stage whisper, but I heard it clearly.)

Man One: Yeah, you’re right.

I didn’t let on during this exchange that I was listening, but it made me wonder if intelligence or the appearance of having two brain cells to rub together is a turnoff for most men.

For me, I like a smart guy. Witty, sharp, well-read… Those things add to his attractiveness in my mind. And I had hoped it worked the same way on the other side.

I can’t hide my love of reading, nor do I wish to.

Maybe it’s just time to pay extra for a parking spot in the building.