Babs, the voice of reason

During her Masters, Lucy had landed the best supervisor in the department. He was a cute academic from Quebec who became a really mean drunk at departmental parties. Lucy found this endearing since she hated most of the people in her department anyway. He was slightly balding and had a notorious interest in large breasted woman. Lucy never thought twice about it until late one night, after a wine soaked dinner party, she received the corrected version of her second chapter from him via email. The comments he made throughout the paper were so clever and analytical that Lucy felt a familiar dampening of her panties. The following week, in her supervisor's office, things were unusually awkward. Suddenly Lucy couldn't make eye contact with him. And for some strange reason, she had worn her most restrictive of push-ups bras and a plunging v-neck sweater. As she exited his office after the meeting, she felt dizzy and sweaty. Oh shit, she thought. What the hell am I going to do? The obvious thing: Call Babs.

Luckily, Babs had a good (and well-groomed) head on her shoulders. She always managed to talk Lucy down from these compromising situations. After a couple of pitchers at the local dirt bar, Lucy had been convinced that sex with her supervisor in the copy room was in fact NOT a good idea.

With a sweet afternoon beer buzz and a successful "therapy session", Babs had felt on top the world. Now if only she could apply such common sense logic to the problems in her own life...