Bleah...

Of course. A three-day weekend, with time to do some things I've wanted to do for ages... and I'm sick. I suppose I should be grateful that my immune system held up through all the chaos at work -- I simply haven't had time to be sick -- but I'm annoyed that now that things have calmed down some and I have time for me again, it decides to let in the latest sinus/cold thing.

So I've spent this weekend watching loads of television, and I've come to a surprising conclusion about myself: I'm a prude. I don't understand how anyone can shove their tongues down the throat of someone they've just met.

Mind you, I'm not judging. I know I'm an oddball (for a million reasons, really) because I've never had a one-night stand. I applaud those of you who can just go out and get yours when you want to. What I'm saying is, I don't understand how you do that. I can't. Even kissing, to me, is pretty intimate...and I just can't go there with someone I don't know and trust.

And yeah, I realize what I'm seeing on TV are people who are trying to get as much TV time as possible. They've learned how to play that attention-getting game well. But even with that as my goal, I can't imagine walking up to some guy -- celebrity or no -- that I've just met and just start tonguing him. (And really, how does anyone kiss Flavor Flav? Is the draw of money and/or fame really enough to go there?? Bleeeaaagh.)

So I guess that makes me a prude.