Another interesting observation, mostly about my sexual drive (or something). After the art opening, I went out briefly, to try and pick someone up. I went to Spurs, where it was crowded. I was short there. Everyone knew everyone else, but that's OK, I know the deal. I stood off by myself to see what would happen.

Eventually, someone came over: "My friend wants to know if you'll show him your dick." How charming. But his friend was cute, and I wasn't there to discuss politics. So I said "sure", and went over to chat. Well, that set them off giggling and I don't know why, since they were bartenders and over thirty -- they'd been around the block in other words. Were they expecting me to be insulted?

Trying to chat this guy up was like trying to light a fire in pouring rain. I asked if he was ready to go, and he said, "What, you mean like right now?" And I said yes. He said he had to drop off his friend first, etc etc and so I shook his hand and said, "Well, it looks like it won't be tonight. See you round." and I went home to sleep.

So, what do you make of that?