She electrified me
on the beach that day.
An aura hung around her
near the keg,
where she sparkled,
was the consummate hostess,
impressed me with her cute smile.

Of course the French-cut suit,
voluptuous curves,
dimpled cheeks,
& shapely legs
had nothing to do
with my immediate attraction.
It was her mind
that did it.

I overheard her talking about
artificial languages
and algorithms.
It seemed like
she really knew what
the hell she was talking about.
Oh, she wore a Stanford
baseball cap, too.

What a hot babe,
that's my kind of girl.
She drinks beer,
is a great hostess &
way smarter than me.