F26 - my lack of prowess in statistics helped me get laid.
I'm F26. This happened a few years ago.
Stats had always been my Achilles' heel in college, and everything other than the Gaussian distribution felt like the script of an ancient civilization that I was trying to decipher.
So I asked a friend of a friend to tutor me. I had participated in a few quizzes with him so we weren't strangers per se. I knew him well enough to drop references from books written by authors who passed away from consumption in the 1920s. I could talk to him about the Vakatakas and he would get me. I liked the way his face would glow up when he cited history textbooks to justify his claims on something.
This guy (we will call him A now) and I slowly began to grow close. Accidental touches turned into possessive groping. Solving problems on the box and whisker plot turned into fervent discussions on obscure religious practices. Eventually, he grabbed my jaw one day and kissed me hard.
A had the most amazing set of teeth. I know I am a weird woman, so I notice things like moles and dentition. I liked the way he would smirk at me before he was about to decimate my argument. I loved the way his big hands felt on my body.
Fast forward to a couple of years. We had booked a room to have sex. While licking my breasts, he told me, "Remember when I was teaching you Chi Square test and you were squeezing your legs together?"
I was mortified.