Anne Sulivane

I am not one to toot my own horn but (beep beep)  I think I am pretty smart.

Don't we all?
 It's part of our human/animal instinct to think we have a leg up on the other guy,

(Not in the lifting a leg, dog urination kind of way but in the "I am better than you in the evolutionary scheme of things" kind of way).

No? Not you? Well now you can start thinking you ARE better than me because you are.
Anyway getting on to my story:

I once dated a guy who was Smokin' hot. We are talking dead sexy! He was mannishly feminine, stubble with soft hands and a firm touch (get the picture?). Like most hotties he was not the "whole Package." I'll give him credit for being clever and even cunning at times but overall, I didn't think he was smart.

In fact I suspected him of being illiterate (he wasn't), and instead of hightailing out of the doomed coupling, (doomed because it is hard to repress the fact that you feel your intellect is superior) I decided to teach him how to read.

After a lot of thought I decided to broach the subject as sensitively as possible so he wouldn't be embarrassed. He seemed puzzled.  Like an idiot, I didn't take his confusion as a signal that maybe he already knew how to read. I offered my tutoring services in a much more direct manner using smaller words and lot of nodding.

He was disgusted. My attractive but dim boyfriend could in fact read and I was incredulous.
We began to argue. I demanded proof and he continued to feel insulted.
After arguing back and forth he satisfied my misgivings by reading a few lines.
I felt like a complete ass.

We eventually broke up. He broke up with me which again made me feel like a ass because being dumped always does. Especially if you think you are pretty smart!