Last night was the first night of the musical theater writing class I teach at NYU. All of my clothes were in the hamper, so I had to throw together an outfit at the last minute from whatever I could find; I ended up making very felicitous choices, and I looked really good.
After class, I got to E.S.’s apartment and we had the following conversation.
E.S.: You’re totally the hot professor.
Faustus: I do look good in this outfit, don’t I?
E.S.: All the girls probably loved you. And the boys loved you even more.
Faustus: There’s one girl in the class. Everybody else is a boy.
E.S.: I absolutely forbid you to teach this class. You have to drop it.
Faustus: It’s okay. The boys are more your type than mine anyway.
E.S.: What, no tall blond Australians?
Faustus: If there were, do you really think I’d be here right now?