Sometimes there's no teaching people. At breakfast, I asked my dopey baby brother why that little cutie threw him out after what seemed to be a decent first date.
Swigging his coffee he answered me, a tad indignant. “I dunno. All I said was, ‘Damn girl, you even look good in the morning...’”
Glancing from behind the editorial page, I told him it was simple. "She read between the lines of that moronic compliment."
Ever since we were kids, the knucklehead had a habit of saying idiotic things at the worst moment he can possibly imagine and yup, after what was probably a fun night in the sack, he let his mouth get ahead of his brain. Again.
Before I kicked him out myself for being so stupid, I tried to elaborate. "Think about it," I said. “There's subtext to what you told her."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" he asked, not really paying attention.
"Well, it could mean that deep down maybe you expected her to be ugly without all her pancaked makeup."
"Huh..." was his first response.
"Or, more importantly," I said, "Maybe you’ve been with enough cuties to make that stupid assumption in the first place.”
"Nah..." was his second resonse. "She was just a bitch."
Like I said, there's no teaching people.