So I was left simply to witness him agonize over what to do. One had "bedroom eyes" while the other had a better looking rear. He pondered and mulled. He cogitated and ruminated. His analysis made Sophie's Choice look easier than that of a North Korean voter. But he persevered. And then, in an epiphany that can only be compared to Archimedes early understanding the correlation between mass and volume, he'd reached a decision. So I will tell you in his exact words of his conclusion:
"I picked the blond. What's her name again?"The Socratic Method, as always, delivers the goods.
[Note: Socrates was found guilty of corrupting youth and was put to death by drink hemlock.]