No, no...I think that has more to do with not telling the ladies that you like them!
Well, there is that, I guess.
Thanks to 1_aga and KristinT for being so nice. Y'all are sweet.
And 1_aga? I don't think "crass bitch" would be how I would put it. Can we go with "sexy, smart, and forthright", instead?
What about your luck with the lads? Because that seems a more credible test on whether or not you caught teh gay from the soy lattes.
I haven't really tried my luck with the lads recently. College was a time for that sort of experimentation, and the conclusion was that boys are not for me. (Despite the insistence of many dirty old gay men I meet, since I work in the theatre.)
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"sexy, smart, and forthright"
awww shucks
College was a time for that sort of experimentation, and the conclusion was that boys are not for me.
But did you eat enough soy in college? Don't disprove the Gayifying Soy theory! Which on second thought? Actually is a good thing. Carry on. With the girls of your choice.
it's never too late for experimentation
No, I did not eat as much soy in college. Of course, I also stopped being (in the words of a good friend) a "slut-puppy" just a few months before I became vegetarian... The luck with the opposite sex thing is, alas, more to do with being much, much more discriminating and careful about potential dates/partners. And getting shy again. Nothing to do with the soy.
Although I am more than willing to date/marry a vegetarian woman, and possibly make & raise cute little gay vegetarian babies with her. I'm just sayin'.
Also in defense of me not being gay? I can't dress myself remotely fashionably, and have a haircut no self-respecting homosexual man I know would allow.
But tofu is still tasty. I don't care how much fracking phyto-estrogen is in it.
OK I just put in a request for Ferbruary 4th off so if the Bears don't end up in the Superbowl it'll totally be my fault.
Hey waitaminute! I never used to care about football! Have I been eating too much tofu?
I just spent 1.5 hours in stop and go traffic to get 6 miles. In the car with the DH, who is still mad at me for not indulging his caliper fetish. I am in a savage rage and am likely to kill someone today (oh, did I mention PMS?), and I'd just as soon it be someone what needs killing.
So, EM's ex and/or illiterate admirer better be glad I'm not in their vicinity today.
and I'd just as soon it be someone what needs killing.
We've got the list around here somewhere. Need a copy?
Sorry about the rage. And the caliper thing.
I am still stunned by the calipers. I would have broken them up into little bits by now.
