Patrick sent a note about the last entry that made me realize I need to clear something up: "I love that you've concluded that there's no hope for you because you're too smart for all the guys you've met/will meet."
It's not that I think I'm too smart for them. But, according to the Columbia study, the ones that I actually am smarter than will avoid me. And, because of my freakish need to win at everything, I will avoid the men who are smarter than me. I can't take it. In fact, Patrick's superiority at Scrabble is probably half the reason we broke up.
So, you see, it's not that there's no hope for me because I'm too smart. There's no hope for me because I'm insecure and crazy. And really stupid, actually.