You know what B, you're right. Maybe I am creepy. Maybe I'm going to have to wait till I'm 28 to find anyone decent. Until then, I plan to not get attached-- and Bhudda forbid, have some fun. I'm pretty sure between now and then I'll be able to build up a pretty nice career, maybe save some poverty stricken children, or something along the lines of that.
However, since I'm planning on a long wait for the ideal funny, smart, politically aware guy I guess I'll just have to keep on being creepy and hope to one day meet Anderson Cooper or Bill Maher at a booksigning or an airport.
Maybe I'll get lucky and do something really cool, like save the economy or the many children in Darfur and maybe get some air time on CNN, and by some weird chance of fate I'll meet Anderson Cooper. Sounds pretty far fetched, but it's better than doing nothing.
WARNING: May look cute, but really an evil giant puke monster. Trust me. I would know.