Identity Crisis?
Just last night, some friends and I were watching the new TLC hit, The Virgin Diaries. Its like somebody found my diary and made a TV show out of it! Just kidding... awkward... moving on. There were three segments in this first episode: one about a couple that had never kissed until their wedding day (which looked like a mother bird regurgitating dinner to her babies, by the way) one about three 29-year-old virgin roommates, and one 30 year old male. The last guy was not a virgin by choice, and kind of looked like Wooly Willy, if any of you guys remember that cheap little game with the bald guy that you put a magnetic beard or hair on. He was bald with glasses and a nice beard. To us, he resembled a typical Irish-American guy with the bald head and the reddish beard, the green short sleeve button down with the white tee underneath, and black square-rimmed glasses. Our friend Mark, slightly tipsy, begins talking about his friend on the rugby team and how he is, and I quote, "really
