(This post is backhauled from July 2007 but still dedicated to the late, great Dave Rossi.)
Many years ago I was sitting with my friend, Dave, in a bar in Cambridge when he looked across the room at a pretty young lady and said, “I’d like to ask her out, but it’s no use.”
“What makes you say that?” I asked. This was a guy with a 150 IQ who had spent the summer before business school being a cowboy on a Texas ranch.
“Well, she’s a 7 and I’m only a 5.”
“Come again?” I asked.
“It’s dating by the numbers,” Dave said.
“Tell me more.”