The last part of that joke is "What does a bi girl bring on a second date?" "A second date!"

I've never heard that one! That's hysterical! Love.

So last night at the Lesbian Speed Dating, I seriously was tempted to go hit on this woman just cause she looked like a taller, black-haired, Fay. But she wasn't quite as cute, and I'm sure the she didn't have the Second Cutest Accent Evah (I decided Fay's coworker K has the Cutest).

The Boy understood it perfectly. Except for the whole "started-as-a-BTVS-discussion-board" thing; *that* made him give me The Look.

Heh. One of the speed daters that I didn't have a date with was, according to a friend who did, "a big Buffy freak". I was torn between going "Ooh, which one is she?" and trying to remember that not all Buffy freaks are buffistas in waiting.

Happy Birthday, My Favorite Pete!

a meara would be exhaustive/exhausting

Meara is on vicodin right now, does that count? (stupid dental work. I think they fucked up my tooth doing the filling last week, so today they took it out, but it still hurts, so now they've given me antibiotics and good painkillers and are hoping the antibiotics will do it)

A boy who likes me. A very, very cute and endearing boy that is ridiculously charming and will likely be impossible to say no to.

Then why say no? You're a hottie, you deserve someone kissing your boots...

But I got a great email from the boy, and...I think he's a boyfriend. Um

Good lord! Carrots really are breaking out all over b.org!

Me, I went to the very first "Lesbian Speed Dating" last night. It was a trip, which is pretty much all I expected it to be. A 50 year old millionaire poet. The new Voice of the Metro (as in "Doors Are Closing!"). A girl I'd already been on a date with several years ago. A professional closet organizer who only reads Star Trek books (but is "about eighty behind"). A dorky midwestern engineer (she was actually kinda sweet, but a little freaky talking about how she's OK doing work for the military because she only works on defensive weaponry...). A girl with a Flock of Seagulls hairdo...

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Can I gush? The email was him telling me he had to wash his sweatshirt that had my perfume on it, and he was bummed because everytime he had smelled it, he couldn't stop thinking of me.

I'm allowed a minor squee, right?

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Erin, that's allowed a major squee.

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Good lord, so much cuteness!

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Oh, good, Steph.

Because it totally the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me.

SQUEE.

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I'm pretty sure that mine went ka-boom before you started the trend. Not that it's cheery, but it imploded on it's own.

Yeah. I first found out about your situation around New Years '04, but of course I don't know how long there had been difficulties.

But you didn't post about it. I fear I'm the one who made it seem glamorous. t hangs head in shame

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HOLY SHIT! I already got my MO tax refund in my account, and I efiled TUESDAY.

Hey, MO's fucked up on contraception, but we refund fast. And I'ma spending part of the money on a gyno appt., and the Pill. BWAHHHHAAAHHAA, muthafuckas!!!

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and he was bummed because everytime he had smelled it, he couldn't stop thinking of me.

That is just the best thing.

But you didn't post about it. I fear I'm the one who made it seem glamorous.

Actually that means I was talky meat about it much earlier than I had thought. But you were the one who explemplified grace under pressure. Wow, two years ago. Huh.

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Did you know that penguins have a secret garden?

A secret garden of luuuuuuuuuuuv?

Erin, how adorably cute.

meara, the Flock of Seagulls hair girl scares me.

ION Daniel put the limeade packets in the coconut matting planters. Jury is still out on whether or not to force him to drink it all up.

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And I'ma spending part of the money on a gyno appt., and the Pill. BWAHHHHAAAHHAA, muthafuckas!!!

snerk

And the shirt smelling is really a time-honored method of determining smittenness. Something in our lizard brains, I imagine.

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