Does J-Date do gay dating? My one friend was complaining that she wants to date a Jewish girl...

Yep. Well, at least, when you sign up, there are "I am a [man/woman] seeking a [man/woman]" options to choose from, not just the assumption that, if you're a woman, then you're looking for a man, like some of the other sites have.

Heh. Excellent. Maybe I will call her bluff and make her sign up. Hehehhhe.

Victor, dude, step away from the 'phone!

She's across the country, its slightly amusing, and its via IM so I have a record of everything she said so I can enjoy it later.

Does that make me evil. I'm pretty sure I'm evil.

I don't know whether to be scared or delighted at the image of crowbar wielding Fay.

I'm more disturbed by the image of Fay in jeans and sneakers.

Agreed. The image of Fay in jeans and sneakers is as utterly incongruent as is the image of Jilli in jeans and sneakers.

(Although I *still* say that one year for Halloween, Jilli should be a cheerleader. Not a gothy cheerleader, a bright bouncy school-colors cheerleader with pom-pons and everything. Yes, it's the most utterly cognitively dissonant image EVER, but that's the whole point of Halloween. It's Come As You Aren't night.)

Not a gothy cheerleader, a bright bouncy school-colors cheerleader with pom-pons and everything.

I have a blond wig I could contribute to the costume.

I'm more disturbed by the image of Fay in jeans and sneakers.

I have to think that Fay should do the murders in jeans and sneakers, and that way she can resume her regular life. Rather than the other way around. I mean...crowbar people in her usual clothes, and then be forced to wear jeans and sneakers the rest of her life in hiding? Not on.

nods thoughtfully

Meara makes a good point. Were I planning acts of homicide. Which of course I'm not.

looks shifty

:: waves at Fay and meara. Throws shoe at clock. ::

Fuck! Things that make your head go boom!

...Okay, engaging with textual intercourse with a friend. Said friend is gorgeous, tall, funny, smart & smokin' hot brunette of Australian/Samoan extraction, and is arguably my favourite person in Thailand. Liked her before, but have had chance to get to know her much better during the course of our play & now love her to bits.

Also harboured crush on her, but said crush now mostly subsided because (1) she's straight and (2) she's my mate. So we're good.

Anyway, she's friends with BlokeIFancy also, and after a certain number of beverages I told her of said fancyage-of-bloke. She's bemused by it, but whatever. Anyway, we were just texting about her coming round to watch Torchwood DVDs. Discussion went thusly:

Friend: P.S. You should invite Sev up to see your etchings. You can invite me to chaperone and I'll arrange to be called away after the second glass, leaving you to have your wicked way with him.

Me: Yes, because he's so sociable, and I'm so forward. ::rolls eyes forever:: Mind you, I AM tempted to get the two of you up here, tie you to the sofa and make you both watch "Slings and Arrows", and then cry if you don't like it.

Friend: Kinky shakespearean threeway, I'm liking it!! Would you mind if I dressed you up in red cavalry jacket and made Sev wear an overcoat?

Me:

incapable of texting while head explodes

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Me: HEAD GO BOOM!

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Woman, do not give me such ideas! I'll never be able to look at either of you again (or my sofa) without blushing!

Friend: Seriously, why not? Apart from the tying up bit of course (unless you insist, in which case I have several guages of rope for you to choose from). If you got a bit more used to him you might not be so tongue tied, though have never seen you being less than charming. He's got school hols coming up and no excuse not to socialise. Do it!

Me: Oh, I do think the DVD-watching is a good and viable notion - but, Jesus, I may need another day to recover from the roundhouse kick you just inadvertantly delivered to my kink button, with the cross-dressing Shakespearean threesome.

Friend: Go on, go on, go on...now you have to do it! Just for the joy of seeing you go purple with suppressed laughter when I ask Sev for his opinions on alien probing!

Me: !!!

Friend: Go and have a wee lie down. But would be so funny, imagine the rumours!

Me: Indeed, worth it for that alone.

Friend: Have to say, the only time I ever had a threesome I was asked to leave the room because I was laughing so hard. Go on, let's proposition Sev and watch his head go boom! Would pay infinite amounts of money to see the look on his face. And still swear to be called away by urgent phone call!

Me: !!! You are INEXPRESSIBLY evil! Particularly since you fancy neither me nor Sev. (Never mind breaking Sev, I think you may have broken me. Cannot go into work now. Am broken.)

Friend: Not evil, just bored! And do fancy the two of you together. Am cupid mate, albeit slightly twisted.

Me: Oh hai, this [Fay']s cat, daniel. [Fay] no can haz typing skillz nao. Hed xploded. Iz messy. Hope somewun bring catfood soon.

Friend: We're hungry too, pussy!

(The above is one of Sev's lines from the play. I think my humongous honking gales of laughter may have been audible in Texas. Perfect timing.)

...I, seriously, you guys? Seriously? I just - head go boom. I did mention the hottitude, right? My boss would understand me needing a day off to recover from this, right? Right? Because, Jesus, the both of them, with added Shakespeare...and rope...and it's all about the coat...

is broken.