Indiana Jones

Remember when I met a cute archaeologist in the midst of being a bar freak? And he was a good kisser?

We had a date last night.

But I'm not going to write about it because, you know, that was that other blog, and I actually really like this guy.

What I am going to write about is HOW FREAKING RELIEVED I was to find out that he's not conservative. Because lately, it seems that everyone I meet, is. And what the fuck is that? I mean, c'mon, this is Vermont.

You know, if you want to get wasted and pick up the (very young) captain of the local University's football team and bring him back to your friends house to kiss and stuff, you really shouldn't have to worry about him scoffing when you tell him you're against the war. Because then you have to shush him and pretend you have enough tequila in your system to let it slide.

I mean, that didn't happen.

I'm just saying it could... and I don't like it when it does.

What I do like is when cute archaeologists are not only liberal, they're 'green' too. Like so green that they want to start a business that has to do with being green. And SO NICE that they don't laugh in my face when I react with a big excited, "YOU KNOW, I'M ON THE WEEKLY'S GREEN TEAM!"

*Swoon*

I mean, it's not totally cool that he lives above the bar where you could maybe get wasted and pick up that young football captain... but that would only be a problem if that actually happened.

Which it didn't.