No Stoic

Ruthie insults me this morning. "Fred, you talk like a Stoic!" "Ruthie, you know I am not a Stoic. I don't have the inner fortitude to be a Stoic. I am too wild and unpredictable. Besides, you know I'm an Epicurean---seeking pleasure constantly is my middle name. Which reminds me: when are we going to start taking those ballroom dancing lessons that you promised?" "Well, I don't know, Fred. I think you might be too much for me." "True, but what say we give a whirl?" She's still thinking about it. I hate waiting for an answer from a woman, don't you guys?