Spicy

"Yes I'd like the vindaloo, and make it EXTRA spicy"- me
"umm... are you sure?"- server
"YEAH!"- me

Did I mention I was wasted?

Come on... It was St. Patrick's Day 2002, and Dru and I were celebrating in England. I could only tolerate one bite, but to this day I still ask my server for hot sauce everytime my plate is set before me.

I like to spice things up, including men. I know I claim to narrow my playing field by pinpointing certain qualities (physical attributes) I require in men... blond, no body fat, HOT... but the reality is none of that matters. I just LOVE men. Got a penis? Good. That's all I need.

Ultimately that's all I need... but I still tend to stick with a certain type (hot, white, yellow, chocolate). So tonight I spiced things up by going out on a date with an Indian guy. Normally my mens are anything but Indian, so this was very new for me.

We went to a very nice restaurant, had wine, steak, souffle. I love to dine out, eat fabulous food and enjoy great conversation. Unfortunately, he annoyed me. Conversation was boring. There were too many uncomfortable silences where I was reaching for something interesting to talk about. Basically, I just didn't feel a connection.

I've written this one off, but I'll try not to write off Indian men.

For now one bite is all I can tolerate, but keep that hot sauce stocked up. ;)