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I'd like to meet:

Wow... I could approach this several ways.
Like, what famous person do I think I might like to meet? Or....
Am I interested in hooking up?
Or....
Am I that desperate for friends that I might try to utilize My Space to fill that need because I am so hopeless at making friends on my own?
Or....
Am I possibly gay but trying to hide it?
Like I said... wow.
Okay. Let's explore famous people first.
Yes, there are famous people I'd like to meet.
I would like to meet Clapton and McCartney...ummmmmm.... but not at the same time. That could be traumatic.
I'd like to meet Russell Crowe, because I think he's got two brain cells to rub together.
I'd like to meet Dale Earnhardt Jr. because I think he's a nice guy and he knows alot about cars (I sure don't, witness my beat-up 98 Toyota).
Hey, and Steven Spielberg, just on the off chance I could get him to read my unpublished historical medieval romance novel and tell me I suck at writing.
I am sure I can think of others.... wait!
George Clooney... yeah. Just because a) he's gorgeous and doesn't want to know it, b) he is extremely talented, c) he's extremely bright and d) did I mention he's good-looking enough to make me walk the other way if I did meet him because I wouldn't want to make an ass out of myself and I'm sure I wouldn't be able to help that?

Right. Okay, now let's take the question of hooking up. What, are you insane? On My Space? Pleeeease! The answer is "no". But... not a "hard" no... just, well, I'm not easy ya know. (geez, I must be easy to amuse, I'm smiling at myself).
Okayyyyy... this has just made me so nervous, I'm going out to smoke a cigarette. See ya in five. (Nasty addiction... I really need to quit... again).

Ah ha. Okay. (Waves away lingering cigarette smoke and wrinkling her nose) Now to deal with using My Space as a lame tool to make quasi-friends. Hmmmmmmm.... I hate to admit it, but I might seriously consider that. Maybe I WOULD like to meet you. Just so we could be buds... pals... cyber-asses... together... a kind of one-dimensional musketeer-type banding together. Sigh. Maybe not.
Well.... am I gay and trying to hide it? No and no. Sorry girls. I know you want me but... hell no.