Rose 4

Naomi grins tentatively, "now I would guess that, whether it's true or not, it has a fairly negative impact on your love life."
I groan, "what love life?"
Earnest tone, "now see all the Jewish guys are privy to the rumor. And while mosta their parents voted for him, you still seem disreputable to them."
I nod.
"And in these parts, mosta the goy men hated him, past tense. And even those few who actually liked him, there is still a problem. That is, the Trudeau look may make a man handsome. It simply doesn't translate well onto a woman."
I laugh, "that is the most polite I've ever heard it said. The usual saying is there's only one grad student/sessional who looks worse than me."
"You mean of course Indira."
I nod.
"And that brother of yours. What a shame the best looking ones are always gay."
We both laugh.
She grins, "if he were straight, I'd make a play for him. But then, I'd need sharp elbows, to fight my way through the crowd. Enough of all this crap. How's your thesis progressing?"
Drily I reply, "one chapter needs to be redone. I've made a little too much reference to the monetary success and not enough to the literary."
"Still, one chapter only, that's pretty good compared to most."