Newsflash -- War on Iraq Imminent and I'm a Cradle Robber!

I found out yesterday that L'il Rockclimber Boy (LRB) is — get this — 23 years old! Apparently he was "joking" when he told me he was 26. Ha ha.

So I guess I'm, uh, seeing, someone eleven years my junior. Eleven years! I mean people, come on, I am not old enough to be dating anyone who is that much younger than me! But according to the girlfriends I've polled today (2), I must dump him right away before getting "sucked in."

But..but..but..can I just say in his defense, he is much more smart and together than I was when I was 23 (granted, that's not saying much). But LRB (whose acronym is officially changing to LRS for L'il Rockclimbing Spy, because that's what he does for a living, really), has already had his own business, traveled all over the world, climbed myriad spires and Seattle landmarks, and plays a mean flamenco guitar.

This is much more than I can say for Loser, whose biggest aspiration is making sure his toilet is clean and his car expensive enough to impress his coworkers. Then again, my therapist told me that dating someone just because they're different from Loser is a stupid idea.

So, whatever, I'm lost on this issue. For the moment.

In other news, Dr. S. — aka the Dreamboat — broke his two week vow of silence and asked me out again. I thought about saying, "Can we just skip dinner and go straight for marriage?" But I refrained.

Anyway, I still haven't figured out if he's a nice guy or not. But I'll know more after tomorrow night, so stay tuned.