^ Random things I rediscovered on the weekend.

'Twas an odd weekend, for all its long weekend-y goodness.

Somehow watching Peep Show on the weekend was rather depressing. And aggrivating. Probably because it made me think about my dating life, the sort of guys I go for and so on. And that's usually an odd place to go...

Super Hans reminds me of the guy I dated for a while when younger. And was obviously insane. You know those kind of older guys you date when you're in your late teen years and think, "ZOMG, an older man!" An older man who is generally an utter, total knob. Which you only realise after going out with them. Ack.

Jeremy Osbourne's the kind of guy you're not at all interested in. Ever. Mark Corrigan is the kind of guy parents/grandparents seem to like, while not realising those kind of guys are about as attractive as the idea of throwing yourself under a bus. In spite of all of the sensibility and carefulness.

As for the kind of guys like Jeff Heaney... Oh dear. Those are always just a little bit too tempting, even though you know they're probably jerks at some point along the line. Hopefully minus the sappy-music-crying-along thing, though.

Where are the normal men in this world?!

*ahem*

No, just being silly there. There are quite a lot of normal men still out there. It's just obvious there aren't normal men on telly. And obviously there's been too much thought put into this. But I blame the wisdom teeth and painkillers for those and all of that fun sort of stuff. It seems ironic they're causing problems now after I've gotten them x-rayed on Friday...