Yellow fever.

So I found out this weekend that D's friend A wants to set me up with someone. Because A's Friend (hereby known as AF) has the yellow fever and it's all about the Asian girls. Go Team Hello Kitty.

And I am of an undecided mind about this setup.

Because AF is apparently a shaved-head fireman and, well, I am shallow and have a definite type that gets me hot. Wish I were more original, but I'm not. And shaved heads do it for me almost every time (except for this one guy I saw this weekend who was with an anorexic woman whose hair (the man's) was falling out in patches. Yes, yes, I'm going to hell. He may have had leukemia or something, but he looked very healthy, and fit and tanned, so I feel less guilty. His hair had grown out from a shaved state by a few centimeters in that weird Matt Lauer way and there were shiny spots all over, not in the horseshoe pattern, but like dalmation spots. I think at that point you need to keep it shaved every day, otherwise you get people staring at you in Kinko's. Yeah, yeah, fiery pits of hell and shallowness is not attractive, yeah, yeah).

However.

I have been informed that AF has a particular fetish and it is one that causes me to go "Er." I'm not against, I'm not for, I'm just thinking that one should not know this before a blind date. Because that is all I am going to see/think about/associate with/fear.

But you know, shaved-head fireman.

But you know, 1) yellow fever, which is kind of gross, but works out in my favor in a purely shallow, superficial way, and 2) knowledge of sexual requirements before the handshake.

Ignorance is my friend.