PhD: Pretty Heady Date

I live in Boston. The place is crawling with Doctors of Philosophy. I really like being around smart people, but, I confess, I've avoided dating any of this breed until recently, mistrusting professional studiers (and, I admit, fearing an invitation for ramen noodles or, eek!, dinner in the graduate dining hall). Mostly, of course, I just wondered whether I would have anything in common with a human who can live on reading, writing, and grading for eight straight years.

"Piled Higher and Deeper" by Jorge Cham ~ www.phdcomics.com

Two recent experiences have confirmed my suspicions. Not about dinner! That was just lovely, thanks. But, busts of Ceasar, Socratic arguments, and all mentions of Plato need to wait until you've stopped counting date numbers. Call me intellectually incurious, but if I'm going to be lectured at and struggle to maintain my "interested" face, I want to know there's a diploma, not just a makeout, waiting for me at the end.

PS: PHD ("Piled Higher and Deeper") Comics is pretty funny stuff!