Fageekery

Perhaps the start of something quite wonderful, I went to my first Gay League meeting the other night.

The Gay League is a meeting of gay comic book lovers that meet every once in a while. They talk of fabulosity and Fantastic Four, theater and The Teen Titans, queers and Queen (*comma* Oliver that is, aka Green Arrow).
All in all, it's quite a wonderful time. But as is oft the case, gays can't keep their eyes and hands to themselves.
Now, this wasn't a bad looking group of guys, either. OBVIOUSLY the youngest (and prettiest...if you could only see my batting eyes), the age range wasn't that big. The average was 30, and cute guys indeed. Very interesting guys. I found myself occupied by this strange and wonderful new expereince, but found a few guys attractive. But the one guy that found me MOST attractive was of course the one that comes from the land of "no blondes," the Asian.

Not that I have anything against them, really. But one bad date (well, one bad drop of the pants, leading to support of a CERTAIN stereotype) and other weird experiences at seedy clubs have led me to take caution when crossing the path of the Rising Sun type.
It's kind of like "The Trouble With Tribbles." Asians, like Tribbles, can be so darn cute, but they will latch onto you and eat you away. (I heard they eat flesh somewhere, I think)
But it is just caution I use....I don't count them out TOTALLY. Although, my jealousy of the ease that their bodies become ripped still causes me to grind my teeth (as I pack down my donuts).