A dating rampage, that is. Having had no life outside medicine for twelve years, Cassandra has decided that she is a woman of the world. In the few times I would see her what should she regale me with but horrifically harrowing tales of dating horrifically harrowing men, sprinkled with the occasional fantastic fairy tales with fornicating frogs. Truly she is having her cake and eating it too, not to mention smearing her face with icing and licking the crusting icing off her fingers.
Just a few weeks after ditching Hellion and telling him that they are worlds apart in terms of jeje-hood, Cassandra met with Proky. Proky is an interesting character, and we know what people mean when they say that something is absolutely interesting. And just because we are protecting Cassandra's integrity as a dater, we shall not go into any horrid detail about the date whatsoever and just let this one exchange (an exact transcript, not the hyperbolic version I am always accused of making) during the date speak for itself:
Proky: (while staring at Cassandra) If I see a bead of sweat rolling on your face, will you allow me to wipe it off?
Cassandra: I'm not sweating so the question is moot and academic.