“Any man who goes to Wellesley College deserves everything he gets.”
I kind of dated a girl from Wellesley about 30 years ago.
She was very beautiful and fit. Huge boobs. At the time, such was all that was necessary to date a girl.
Met at a bar in Cambridge and ending up making out and mutually getting to about third. Numbers were exchanged and I called for a proper date.
Picking her up (I had a car) was like going into a prison. They photographed me and copied my school ID, driver’s license, etc.
Girls came out and inspected me in typical girl fashion, like I was some other species.
Well, she was a fast girl. VERY repressed, but who liked to be held down and dominated pretty physically and then would spout off liberal nonsense. A screamer.
Despite such fun, she “couldn’t date” because “marriage was a institution of the patriarchy” etc.
So instead, she would take the T over to my house to have sex.
I eventually got tired of her BS and declined her at the door.
I believe she’s married to an investment banker in Conneticut and has 3 kids and is a stay-at-home mom, according to my friends who facebook (I do not).