You Can't Play the Game If You Don't Know the Rules

Anders:
She had always been an attractive girl. But that didn't make her any less insecure. In fact, it made her a target.

Anders:
And so she engaged in self-harm. Not arm-cutting or trichotillomania, but by uglying herself with a pair of discarded spectacles.

Anders:
Trouble was though, the glasses had belonged to her great grandfather. And he had suffered acute macular degeneration.

Anders:
And then, one day, she bumped into the man of her dreams. He was an older man, but they were both single and they made each other happy. Who am I to judge?

Andrea:
He had two degrees, three diplomas, a master's and a Ph.D. And a hundred thousand dollar debt to the government for the privilege.

Andrea:
He'd been lecturing for fifteen years at three institutions, his area of expertise was the psychology of romantic pursuit and sexual seduction.

Andrea:
While he was qualified as far as the university was concerned, he had been lacking in the area of practical application for... some time.

Andrea:
And so he immersed himself in the safety of his work where he thrived, oblivious to those around him.