Aside from working on an MFA, one of the reasons I was looking forward to university life was the prospect of meeting academic women. After all, smart is sexy. What I failed to consider was that most of my fellow students would be twenty-somethings, which means they’re about half my age. Not wanting to be the guy who hits on women young enough to be his daughter, I realized I’d need to concentrate on finding potential dates that had more life experience, or to put in another way, a longer CV.
With that phrase stuck in my head, I realized I could use Cake’s Short Skirt, Long Jacket as a vehicle to parody my search for the perfect date in the land of tweed and elbow patches.