These days getting inside a lady’s bra isn’t quite crossing the Rubicon, but when I was a sexed-up teen it did seem like a big deal to let a boy’s hand wander inside……and taking it off was a pretty big step, too. The “Rubicon” connection is what came to mind when I first saw a recent XKCD cartoon:

Frustration By XKCD

But I’ve had plenty of dates that treat a bra clasp exactly like it’s a Rubik’s cube too! I’ve meant to ask about that……how is it that guys can work on the most delicate pieces of machinery with great skill, but when it comes to a simple clasp, their fingers turn all fumbly? Does a bit of that youthful thrill remain? Or is it because most of his blood is elsewhere?

This is one of the great mysteries of mankind.