101 Signs You're Probably Leaning Heavily Towards One Side of the Kinsey Scale
Sign 101: You're at a (straight) singles night trying to find a guy you actually think is attractive who isn't obviously taken, and you spend the night noticing the beautiful girls in the room. You cap off the night by somewhat participating as a fairly drunk guy hits on you and tells you a story about working in real estate and remodeling houses, while, 2 feet away, a girl in a tight fitting black dress is gyrating to the music, and all you can think is -- I wish I were talking to her. I wish I were dancing with her.
Yeah...there are not nearly enough single lesbians in this podunk little quasi-liberal place I call home.
Ah well. I shall have to keep looking for this mysterious guy I'd like to...umm...dance with? Yeah. That's it. Dance with. Perhaps the semi-pro cyclist in Phoenix? That's a possibility. The first real possibility in six months. But I guess I have to try.
The dating pool of available women isn't getting any bigger.
Ah well. Time for bed.
Tomorrow? Match.com has finally approved my profile (the doofuses thought my username was my real name, so they kept rejecting it.) This means I can hit on the grand total of 4 cute (lesbian) women on that site. Wish me luck.
Yeah...there are not nearly enough single lesbians in this podunk little quasi-liberal place I call home.
Ah well. I shall have to keep looking for this mysterious guy I'd like to...umm...dance with? Yeah. That's it. Dance with. Perhaps the semi-pro cyclist in Phoenix? That's a possibility. The first real possibility in six months. But I guess I have to try.
The dating pool of available women isn't getting any bigger.
Ah well. Time for bed.
Tomorrow? Match.com has finally approved my profile (the doofuses thought my username was my real name, so they kept rejecting it.) This means I can hit on the grand total of 4 cute (lesbian) women on that site. Wish me luck.