Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Don't Worry, I Won't Start Wearing Boxers Just Yet

I just spent a good 1/2 hour taking this BBC "research" test*, only to confirm one of my long-held suspicions: that I think like a man. One would think this makes me more "clued in" to how men think, but that's laughable. Okay, so maybe I made a boy high-five me last weekend after we made out, but I was clueless enough to send a guy flowers once, so I'm questioning the test's veracity.

That said, the test is a great time-waster. It has about 6,937 different sections, one of which was some spatial-shit test of the ability to match an angled line to its twin. I scored a 19 out of 20, which was well above the norm, and I was pretty proud of myself. At least if I'm a man, I'm a f*cking smart one. But truthfully, I wasn't so much interested in the results as I was killing time, waiting for Tim to get out of the shower so we can go out to dinner, thinking that it is bullshit that I am waiting for him to get ready. On second thought, yikes, this test might be extraordinarily accurate. But this still doesn't change the fact that after dinner, I am going to eat some Haagen Dazs Dulce de Leche, watch "Sex and the City", and wait for the guy I like to call me. I think that by definition, that makes me a girl.

Oh, and also, part 4 of the test, entitled "Faces", determined that I prefer more masculine faces to feminine ones. Duh. I guess this explains why I have always mysteriously found Janet Reno attractive.

*link courtesy of Peep Show.

posted by KA @ 8:00 PM