This is just about how my trials in picking the fairer sex go. I do far better if I'm both inebriated and around a large group of people who like to laugh. Suddenly the tall funny guy with the Lemmy mustache becomes an icon of affection. Then once I've got them hooked, I let them down easy by being myself in the morning. I'm like Cyrano de Bergerac... except instead of a nose to work with I've got wit and charm while under the influence.

It works for me, because instead of acting all Steve Martin behind some bushes (Roxanne is still an underrated movie to this day, dang it...) I'm out of my shell enough to be alluring and no one freaks out at the protuberance hanging off my face. Where am I going with this ramble? I'm not quite sure.

To throw you off the track of my insanity, take a look at this mighty spiffy Dev Diary on five years of City of Heroes.