Instead of dating, I've been huddling around my apartment baking cookies and making cranberry tea... none of which are activities that get me a date. Well, I'd much rather be accumulating winter weight than slutting around a bar. But maybe I should stop baking, and put my tea in a thermos and get my ass out of my hermit apartment this week. It would be good for me all around.
Because we all know the best alternative to cuddling in a blanket by yourself is... steamy steamy love.
(I need to stop watching DVDs of Queer as Folk)