Suzanne 1
I checked in to my hotel in Lygon Street, late on Sunday afternoon. I walked the few blocks from there to Melbourne Uni, found the registration desk for the conference that I would be attending for the rest of the week, registered and then went to the ‘free’ reception, paid for out of my registration fee. I stood chatting with some of the other attendees that I had met at other such conferences. A very attractive young woman joined our group, I guessed that she was a student, and so I made an effort to include her in our little group. “Hi! I’m Bill Smith. I’m guessing that you are a PhD student. Am I right?” “Yes. I’m Suzanne Jones. I’m in my first year of a PhD at Adelaide Uni.” I introduced her to …