Q. Haven’t you blogged about your love life in the past? Didn’t you stop because it made a horrible mess?
A. Yes. But I’m a glutton for punishment.

Q. What will your mother say when she discovers you’re back to your old hijinks?
A. She will not be pleased. She will not be pleased at all.

Q. Wait. Just a few days ago, you were writing about having a crush on Sarah Brown. Now you’re off chasing other women. What gives?
A. While the crush is still officially on, Que Sera Sera World Headquarters is located in Tulsa, Oklahoma, some fifteen hundred miles away. To paraphrase Ritchie Tenenbaum, “I guess I’ll just have to be secretly in love with her and leave it at that.”

Q. Also, weren’t you pulling together a blog-based dating site? Does this Friendster mission mark the end of that project?
A. No, the blog-based dating site is still very much alive and well. I’ve been making some good progress, though as I have a number of other, more pressing, projects going simultaneously, it may be a couple of months before blogbooty.com (or whatever it will be called; actually, I just made that name up and I kind of like it) hits the web.

Q. You say you’re doing this to prove that straight guys can keep interesting blogs, but ________ is straight and his blog is great.
A. Possible answers include:

1. ________ has simply yet to come to grips with his latent homosexuality.
2. You’re a moron; ________’s site sucks.
3. Good point.

Q. Wait, isn’t self-aggrandizement itself a straight guy’s blog that has existed for years and now draws a fair number of regular readers?
A. Well, actually, yes. On average, about five thousand different people (counted by unique IPs) visit the site each week. Still, over the past year, the amount of drunken mischief chronicled herein has fallen off dramatically, largely due to 1.) being wildly busy with getting Cyan off the ground, and 2.) following that, being in a relationship too good to screw up with stupid blog melodrama. Now that I’m back to bachelorhood, however, I’m hoping these escapades will serve as the kick in the ass I need to lift the site (and my love life) back to its former exploitative glory.