Impulses; or, I Really Need To Get Laid (I Know, Tell You Something You Don't Already Know!)

A physics professor came in yesterday to check to see if the books for his class came in. He had on a green lantern T-shirt and was rocking a dark goatee (he looked a lot like GayProf, actually) and I just wanted to jump his bones and coo, "Talk two-dimensional kinematics to me, baby!" I didn't have the guts, though, to start flirting, let alone publicly maul him. He's probably all straight, anyway.