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Men lose their MINDS, people. LOSE THEIR MINDS

November 30, 2011 by at 9:00 pm

Psychologists at Radboud University in The Netherlands carried out the study after one of them was so struck on impressing an attractive woman he had never met before, that he could not remember his address when she asked him where he lived.

Men lose their minds speaking to pretty women.

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  1. Jonathan Potter says:
    November 30, 2011 at 9:55 pm

    It’s a TOTB thang.

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  2. lickona says:
    November 30, 2011 at 10:38 pm

    Having just come back from seeing My Week With Marilyn, I can attest to the truth of this.

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    • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says:
      November 30, 2011 at 10:46 pm

      Never heard that title. Posthumous Rohmer?

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    • Southern Expat says:
      November 30, 2011 at 10:56 pm

      I thought it might remind you of a certain Dinner with the Devil.

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      • lickona says:
        November 30, 2011 at 11:41 pm

        Oh, did you now?

        “The boy perks up for a second, but seeing Holden doesn’t really help him. On the contrary. He can only contrast Holden’s resplendent reality with his own shadowy and precarious existence.”
        – Walker Percy, The Moviegoer

        Sunday night, we had dinner with the devil.

        Deirdre saw her first, graveside at the abbey; I managed, astonishingly, to remain unaware. The devil was bright and young and quite pretty, in a short-upper-lip Irish sort of way – though her skin was more Mediterranean than Celtic. Slight of build, her torso draped in a filmy polka-dot halter top, her shoulders covered by a light black sweater. Given her apparent youth and unserious beauty, it would have been easy to mistake the devil for a literary groupie, the sort of dewy, adoring creature that might have bedeviled Percy himself, back when he was in the flesh. That is, until she started talking, and revealed herself to be Dr. Jessica Hooten: not a coed at all – a genuine academic. Adoring, yes – she was busy at work on a book about Percy and Dostoevsky, based on her sojourn in the Percy archives at UNC – but no groupie.

        Of course, I didn’t find any of this out until later. I met Dr. Hooten on this wise: waking with Deirdre from a late-afternoon nap, I got a call from Potter…

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  3. Churchill says:
    December 1, 2011 at 12:33 am

    Oh, don’t make me jealous.

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  4. Cubeland Mystic says:
    December 1, 2011 at 6:23 am

    The great St. Teresa of Avila was said to be “maddeningly beautiful” and “well built”.

    Someone should do a study on the chemical reactions that occur in a man’s brain in the presence of such beauty. I’d be interested in knowing what drug it compares to.

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  5. IC says:
    December 1, 2011 at 6:42 am

    This explains why all my male students flunk.

    (OK, actually they do as well as the women. Siiiggghhhh.)

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