A woman attends an economics panel dominated by white male experts speaking in technical jargon she can't follow. One academic her age catches her attention, and she finds herself fantasizing about him, drawn to his intelligence and confidence as inherently sexy.
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I just love a guy with big brains. I was at a panel discussion today about the state of the UK economy, which was predictably kind of depressing. I mean, there were moments of hope, but not many. And mostly the panel, which was 3/4 men, predictably white, all were super, super, super smart. And I couldn't really understand a lot of what they were talking about because they were using vernacular that was completely unfamiliar familiar to me, but I recognized that they had really big brains and they were super smart. And there was something about that, that kind of, you know, confidence that comes from when you're a guy of a certain age and you're really smart and you know it. That just is kind of like— they just exude, for me anyway, sexiness. And there was one guy my own age on the panel who was you know, like a multi-professor of something, rather. And I just couldn't help but think about, as I was drifting off listening to him talking in that super confident way, whether he'd be good in bed or what he'd look like without his clothes on.