Me too! No man hollering for something to eat, don’t have to hide new purchases in the car trunk, etc.
And you know the part I hate? Its when they are good looking and pretend to be smart. Then, later on you find out they haven’t got a clue who Ferlinghetti is, and if you try to get them to listen to Alec Guiness reading the Wasteland, they start dusting off the boom box, and then they say that the naked girl painting you have in the living room isn’t the Madonna of Kansas City (Persephone by Benton), no, its just some tacky weird dirty picture you have up and wouldn’t the Kissing Macaws picture look better, and then you get the feeling that once again you have been duped, and you feel all stupid, and, ooooops...
parsy, who swears this has never happened to him