It's with a boy from my ASL class. I'm hoping we can get together this weekend and "practice."

Heh. Signing is sexy, baby....

It is kinda, actually.

And, because you all have encouraged my dirty mind, I can't help but think of dirty things for many of the signs. Some days it's very difficult not to giggle.

Mine was a girl at the front desk of the library. I was hoping we could get together and "discuss books."

I've had a good subway ride home with him, where we stood on the street corner and chatted for another 10 minutes before finally going home, so I'm hoping that's a good sign.

It's definitely not a bad one.

Sounds like a good sign to me, vw.

When I get carded, I smile brightly and say, "I'm old enough to be flattered that you asked," while reaching into my wallet. Then I add, "And don't tell me you look at everyone's ID, or you'll spoil my fun."

Hi, I'm Sunil Patel. You may remember me from such conversations as "*Less Than Zero* is depressing" and "Look! It's Dr. Levander!"

Would you like to have coffee with me sometime?

How could someone say no to that, huh? Booooo.

And that was the first and last time I ever asked someone out.

The profanity discussion amused me, because when it started I was weaving through the streets around the ballpark looking for parking and exposing Annabel to all the more colorful parts of my vocabulary.

(I was going to take the bus from the park & ride, only all the parking was full because more people are busing to work now that gas is so expensive. So I had to drive down to the ballpark and ended up paying $20 for parking and not making it to our seats until the bottom of the first. Hence the swearing. Game kinda sucked too, but at least it was a gorgeous day to be outside in.)

Really? I think that's pretty normal. Older folk are more likely to have a problem with profanity. I don't swear in front of anyone of that age unless I know them and know it wouldn't make them uncomfortable.

Yeah. I never swear in front of my parents. I would also never bring alcohol into their home, nor serve it while they were guests in mine. I'm sure they know all their kids drink--it's not like we hide our wine racks when they come over--and wouldn't exactly be stunned to realize we swear, but we still respect their rules when we're around them.

My parents might not have taught me to swear, but they sure taught me how to stock a liquor cabinet. After the recent earthquake I learnt that my mother and I share a similar primary panic -- protect the alcohol!