“I’m breaking up with you, Robert,” she said, thunking a box on his desk. “Here’s all of your crap. I don’t want to see you ever again.”
“But that’s preposterous!” Robert replied with a chuckle. “You can’t break up with me.”
“Oh, I can. And I am,” she told him. “Seeing you makes bile rise in my throat.”
He frowned for a moment, “Let me explain to you why this is not advantageous.”
“Oh dear God…”
“God has nothing to do with this,” he said with a dismissive wave. “However, it has everything to do with Game Theory. For this instance let us assume that you are a rational being wanting to maximize your evolutionary fitness. As a woman this means finding a mate capable of supporting a number of offspring to adulthood. In order to create a balanced societal equilibrium, I, as a virile well-off man have an evolutionary right to a young attractive woman capable of producing said offspring.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes! Logically, we’re meant to be,” he concluded right before her fist connected with his nose.
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