Went to the Irish pub last night[ed: er, last week, forgot to post it till now.]. It's not all that Irish, thank heaven, it's just that they serve Guinness and Beamish as well as the holy trifecta of Gambáč, Budvarek, and Plzeňek. We go there because the wait staff is nice. We drink Budvar.

My two (male) American colleagues were discussing their students. Specifically, their female students. And how damn hott some of them are. "We're 25-year-old males, Ridley, and it's really tough. Sometimes we have to teach entire lessons sitting down, if you know what I mean." And I did...um, unfortunately.

I couldn't really relate, though. Not just because of the particular...problem, but because 22-year-old chicks just don't have the same instant attraction to 18-year-old boys. Kind of the opposite, in fact.

Although. Some of the physical education students? Mmmmm. In a purely theoretical way, of course.