Today
So today went really well. . .clean house, clean laundry, clean sheets, most of next week's work done, finances in order, groceries bought, and perfect weather = Jica-tastic mood. So I decide to go out. And this, dear readers, is where it goes to hell because I am not a gay man. And I get hit on, exclusively, by gay men. And not the effeminate might-be-a-dyke ones, the nice one-of-the-boys types. Which is flattering, the first four times it happens, because you feel pretty darn cute when one of these amazingly put-together men thinks you're attractive. But, and this is a large problem, I am both the wrong orientation and the wrong gender for those that find me attractive. And women seem to be either afraid of me, not interested, or both, and I have no idea what the hell vibe I'm putting out to make this happen. So I'm home updating LJ.
BLAH.
BLAH.