06-06-2021, 12:01 PM
I'd have to say that my greatest success was actually during my post-doc in Buffalo. I was pushing 40 by now, I thought my days of tagging young tail were pretty much over. The scientist who served as my mentor had a single grad student, Amy, a smoking hottie who he was obviously in love with, creepy bastard. She was fully 17 years my junior and I was hesitant to even give it a try, but I asked her to a Halloween themed wine tour and ended up living with her the whole time I was in Buffalo, a great city by the way. The research institute on addictions where we worked was directly across the street from the Anchor Bar, the originator of buffalo wings. Amy loved to eat but she never gained an ounce, 100lbs soaking wet the whole three years I was there. I, on the other hand, as a result of our constant culinary exploits, gained a significant amount of weight, lost interest in sex, and tragically screwed that up. Its been downhill since.