Being dateless, I figured I had nothing to lose. After all, unlike some men, I preferred intelligent women. So off I went to a mixer for new members. Frankly, I’m not sure what I expected. But whatever it was, I was sorely disappointed. Never having been in prison or a mental institution, I’d never met so many embittered people in my entire life.

Having an IQ in excess of 140 or 150 or whatever the cutoff was seemed to ensure only two things. The first was having had one’s sense of humor surgically removed. The other thing, and obviously related to the first thing, was that, without exception, these people were convinced of their natural superiority to mere mortals. They all felt that their employers, their supervisors and their colleagues at work, were all a bunch of dumb clucks, and if only God, Himself, were bright enough to be a member of Mensa, He’d have seen to it that they were the ones in charge.

Thinking perhaps that I had caught them on a bad night and that I shouldn’t make any snap decisions, I went to a few other get-togethers. But it was just more of the same.

There and then, I decided that high IQs are highly over-rated, and that when it comes to evaluating a person’s worth, it makes about as much sense to judge them by their phone numbers or their zip codes!