Tamara wins the prize -- yesterday's and today's pics are indeed of Willow. More specifically, they're of vampire Willow during her visit to our timeline in "Dopplegangland" (Buffy 3:16). Willow was played by Alyson Hannigan. Natch, the blue dye job is my "improvement." And yes, Liz #2, I do like her, but she's famous and also married -- to the guy who played Wesley, no less! Perhaps in another lifetime. 😉

Mira Sorvino is hot too, Mickey. I thought she was particularly delectable in The Replacement Killers!

And regarding Miss Hackerman's comment, I found that to be pretty surprising about the boobs, and even more surprising having read Dave's latest entry -- apparently it's not that uncommon for a guy to comment on the size of a girl's breasts when speaking directly to her! I really can't fathom that. I can only think of one instance in which I commented on the size of a girl's breasts to her face, and it was a pal I hadn't seen for a while and I think she said something about looking different and possibly having put on a little weight -- and I wasn't hitting on her and we're pretty safely in the friends zone on both ends, so yeah. But as far as potential romantic prospects go? I mean, I'm sure I've seen a few attractive girls whose voluptousness didn't go unnoticed, but I can't imagine saying anything like that to them. That's rude! However, there are girls who would be flattered and even turned on by comments like that -- namely, sluts -- and since most guys probably want sluts, they talk to all women like those women are their ideals. I mean, I'm sure there are girls who would dump a guy for not commenting on her breasts, and nobody wants to be the loser who didn't score with the slut! Maybe guys think you're slutty, Miss Hackerman. 😉

On the other hand, guys, would you be turned off if a girl said something about having noticed the size of your biceps -- or even your penis? Probably not. So maybe these rude boys are just treating women like they'd like to be treated. Worth thinking about!

By the way, for my part, as far as physical stuff goes, I think I ultimately care more about hair than I do about bra sizes. I've been into a few Jewish girls, but they all had curly, dark brown hair -- and I really like curly, dark brown hair. Could've cared less about the other stuff.

Blue hair is better, though!

Off to the fucking bookstore now. 🙁

Okay, so given the popularity and interest in this topic (TAB's response to my post on the subject netted a whopping 125 comments) and more importantly because I was planning to write a little more about it anyway and respond to a few points, we're going to revisit the subject of DATING. So let's have a go at it, then. (more...)

Last night I went to a DC goth club with an old friend and had a pretty good time! We pretty much sat at the bar and talked while I got really drunk and kissed her hand at one point and made the occasional slurred attempt to not-quite-seriously-but-still hit on her -- which she deftly parried; touche, mes ami! -- but I'm sober now and it's all good, I think. Silly drunken Wes! It's not totally my fault, though -- she was hot on that dance floor! The enthusiasm about the candy dish was adorable, too. Also, she kinda saved the night, because if she hadn't written down the address to the place we would've looked for it all night or eventually gone somewhere else. Seriously -- I showed up to the area early to see if I could find the place and wandered unsuccessfully for about 45 mins! Good looking out there, Sheriff. 😉 (more...)

Okay. I've said it before and I'll say it again -- what's with all the dating anxiety?

Seriously. The Anonymous Blogger is whining about his lack of a relationship. Dawn's upset because God hasn't sent her an angel in the flesh. All The Anonymous Blogette ever writes about is dating. WHO BLOODY CARES ABOUT DATING? They do, obviously. But why? (more...)