Hubert

I met a friend today called Hubert.

Hubert told me he went on a date with a woman called Margaret.

I said, "Hubert, how was your date with Margaret?"

He said, "Not so good."

"Why?"

"Well, she asked about me. You, know what I am good at. I said, 'baby, you know me, as a poet, I'm straight specific; as a lover, overwhelmingly salvific; and, as an author, impossibly prolific.'"

"So?"

"She said she believed in a woman's right to choose. Then she left."

Hubert is a good guy with bad luck when it comes to women. He'll figure it out someday.