So far I haven’t broadcast any “Dear Cary” letters or online dating profiles, which is not to say I haven’t mentally drafted them as I’m walking. In case I’m ever actually compelled to complete a dating questionnaire (Venus forbid!) like the cheeky personals featured on the Onion or the L.A. Weekly, I’ve got answers prepared for at least one question.
Fill in the blanks:
Andrew McCarthy is sexy; James Spader is sexier.
Car-free guy on a bicycle is sexy; Car-free guy on a custom-built fixie is sexier. [Profuse, adoring thanks to the bitchin' Bici Blog!]
Meow! Purrrrrr…