lesbos, nurses, and dating

I know I've blogged a lot today. LOL. I'm kind'a bored at work, what can I say. This morning I was driving in to work and, as usual for this time of year, I was enveloped in this spooky fog (which is even scarier since I'm going to down 146 which is like ALL refineries and chemical plants -- it's very Night of the Living Dead). This old beat up car pulls up next to me at the stop light and looks over at me. It's this girl in this baseball hat. I just smile and keep singing along with Erasure. She drives on, pulls past me and I notice the array of lesiban stickers on her car raning from "Girls Kick Ass" surrounded by rainbow lines to "Xena Rules" also surrounded by rainbow lines. Makes you wonder if Lucy Lawless cares that she's a lesbian icon. And it makes me wonder if these lesbian girls who worship her do that crazy Xena yell thing that goes "Aye aye aye aye!" (Although, i guess in text that looks more like Chita Rivera in West Side Story.)

In other homo news, -- brace yourself -- I have a DATE. Of course, most of you already know this -- and yes, most of you have already been to his friendster profile. But i'm so excited. He seems so nice and sincere. We've chatted rather extensively, I suppose. And i finally charmed him enough to ask me out to dinner/movie. His name is Matt and equally (if not more so) charming as me.

So I'm excited for our date. It's been a while, and I wasn't sure I was wanting to date. But how in the world could I say no to him? I'd been discussing dating and my luck with finding the "extremes" in the gene pool -- and he proposed they take a quiz for processing. So Steve came up with this quiz. Feel free to respond.