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-current- The Professor. Chloe has been hiding away in some mountain bungalow with The Professor, which is to date her longests though certainly not only, fling. The Professor is naturally a professor, though his dimunative statue and total lack of problme-solving skills set him apart from the more familiar Gilligan's Island variety. We simply took to calling him the professor because none of us can ever remember his name. He teaches at the University and even more dramatically is married.
-	"I know it's horrible, I know I'm doomed to live through some horrible karmic payback for all of this, but really I'm in love with his mind," she said when she first announced his existence several months ago. "I'm not even really attracted to his body, I mean he isn't bad looking you know, but he's kind of...well.... He's short."
-	He joins a distinguished line up of old favorites, Anthropologie Man, brief owing to co-habitation desires and his dogs inability to get along with Annie, bycycle Man, concurrently ongoing with much guilt it seems owing to the fact that her initial description of him was: possibly the dullest, most vapid person i've ever met, but with a freakishly amazing body of the sort that you only see in biology textbooks." There have been others that we never got around to nicknaming and of course none of us have ever met any of them, though Chloe has been threatening to bring The Professor over since they can't very well be at his house with his lesbian wife.
-	"It must be wonderful for him to live out the fucking the babysitter fantasy of all married and, well, more or less dead late thirtiesish men." Jimmy with his typical gift for understanding all angles.
-	"Stop. There will be no mocking in my presence. And that isn't how it started. Besides I love their daughter and I have to provide her with some modicum of female sanity lest she turn out to be like her mother. Ugh. And that's not jealousy mind you, no one will ever be jealous of that monstrocity... She actually drives all the way to atlanta to buy organic vegetables... Does anyone else see the... nevermind... lesbian yuppies disgust me."
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