Lizzie:
Wow. You're good.
Brett:
Would you think more or less of me if I told you I came last night to practice?
Lizzie:
You practiced for our date?
Brett:
I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of a real artist.
Lizzie:
Smart. This vase I'm making, gonna sell it for $300,000.
Brett:
Oh, darn, I only have $100,000 on me.
Lizzie:
Oh, this is awkward. I thought I was dating a rich guy.
Brett:
You ever think about doing this professionally?
Lizzie:
I did, for a long time. But honestly, I'm worried it would lose some of the joy, if it were my job.
Brett:
That makes sense.
Lizzie:
Besides, I kind of like working for my dad. But if you tell him, I'll deny it.
Brett:
That's great that you have that self-awareness. Most people are oblivious.
Lizzie:
Oblivious? Is that your professional assessment as a psychologist?
Brett:
Uh, no. The technical term is "stupid". I was just trying to class it up.
Lizzie:
What are you into outside of work?
Brett:
Well, doing pottery with pretty girls is kind of my thing right now. And there's my punk band.
Lizzie:
You have a punk band?
Brett:
Yes.
Lizzie:
You?
Brett:
Yes. I may look like a mild-mannered college professor, but every Thursday at 4:00 PM, I am a guitar-smashing maniac. I don't actually smash it. I just kind of lift it above my head, then put it down gently.
Lizzie:
And what is this pretend band called?
Brett:
It is not pretend. It is me and several other psychology professors, and we are called "Rage Against the Dean".
Lizzie:
And do you wear punk makeup? Eyeliner, blue lipstick?
Brett:
No, just a little zinc oxide on my nose when we play outside. Oh, and a hat. I have a really cool hat.
