I'm a bad cruiser, both in the sense that I do it all the time and because I am about as subtle as Rosie O'Donnell at a buffet. (Sorry for the metaphor, all you Rosie-lovers. I'm actually a pretty devout watcher of the View since she's joined the cast. It was just the first fat celebrity I could think of. I know--since the Sopranos just started its last season the other night, and what's-her-face is cohosting the View today). So yeah. About as subtle as James Gandolfini at a buffet.
I do it all the time. While walking down the street, I note which guys walking I would sleep with, and which ones I wouldnn't, and which ones I wouldn't necessarily say no to, but wouldn't bend myself backwards trying to seduce. While walking, I look into restaurants and look for cute guys, and if two are sitting next to each other, I imagine that they are a couple. Even when driving, I look out the window and hope for DILFs driving their children to school in minivans, or in their first real car that wasn't inherited from their parents.
Fortuntely, Initials is a cruiser, too. Not as bad as I am, but we've developed a way of identifying and communicating cuties coming our way, spicing our conversations with inadvertant "yes" or "no" or, if the situation dictates silence, we talk in sign language: a rocking of the closed fist for yes, the first and middle finger snap shut for a no.
Of course, nothing has ever come of it. Sure, a few guys have cruised me back, not as many as I would like, but some. A few have even cruised Initials and me when we are walking together, which is proming. (We're thinking about finding someone for a threesome.)
