While sitting in my dorm mess hall with some friends a pretty Jewish girl who looked like Selma Blair passed and said hi to me, something she had never done before. Stunned because of my fixation on the Eternal Hot Jewess, I asked my friends if I should ask her out. One girl stopped me, saying, “She won’t go out with you because you aren’t Jewish.” We weren’t dating, so I didn’t suspect her of having ulterior motives. But that’s okay; forty years later we were watching ST:TNG and I asked our daughter if she thought Dr Pulaski resembled her mom.
[del]Droopy[/del] Sultry, bedroom eyes will always be the death of me.