Smart Skinny Guy
In terms of social popularity, smart skinny guys are always out. Go back millions of years and it’s the same.
Four of us blundered into the globe of light before it collapsed. Clay and Giselle were boyfriend/girlfriend. Karen and I walked in separately. All of us suddenly found ourselves facing a rocky coast. Moments before we stood on a grassy park near Kansas University.
Plunked into the Pliocene Epoch, with huge predators trying to eat us, I should’ve anticipated the social dynamic. Karen immediately glommed onto tall, athletic, good-looking Clay. Two guys and two girls, and the skinny smart guy slept alone.
Things got worse.
I made a spear complete with flint tip. Clay took it away, and the girls oohed and aahed over Clay’s spear.
I knew a LOT about the Pliocene, but nobody listened.
One day I raced back into the cave. I gasped out, “Terror Birds!”
Clay smirked and chuckled. “You mean a…bird…terrified you?”
“Aw! Scary Tweety Bird!” sniggered Giselle.
Clay picked up his spear and winked at the girls. “I’m getting lunch.”
Seconds later we heard, “GRACK!” and Clay’s headless corpse collapsed by the entrance. The birds dragged him off.
Giselle shouted at me. “Why didn’t you scream huge predator?”
“Well that’s what Terror Bird, means!”
That’s when it dawned on the ladies that I knew something worth knowing.
I didn’t sleep alone in my bed after that.
At last, the smart skinny guy was in.
Terror Bird (Titanis Walleri): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titanis
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