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| Sunday, Sept. 08, 2002 || 5:21 p.m. |

Greetings, confusoid. You scored a 67

Is it a bird? A plane? Is it a boy? A girl? Is it love, or is it lust? Ah, you. You are that rare mix of sensitive and sensual, romantic and randy, pride and prejudice, etc. When you see your crush, you waffle like a Belgian, unsure of whether you'd rather paint their toes or suck on their toes. Poets have long been puzzled by your kind. You'll never fall for robots or nymphos, but you will suffer longs bouts of marriage.

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

Bah. Who needs the headache, eh? You are a master of self-containment. You just could not give a toot. If someone comes along and glances your direction, maybe you'll glance back. But that's it. If you got the goods, by gum, they're just gonna have to take the initiative, walk over and operate the vending machine themselves. And even then, you may decide to be out of order. Who cares? You got all the time in the world, and plenty other stuff to do. So let's not whip ourselves into a tizzy.

Damn, Boo!

You are 91% dateable! Attractive and confident, witty and charming, a healthy ambrosia-based diet� you're wanted in the 48 contiguous states, you slayer. Call me. Seduce me. Make me a man/woman. Not only do you know how to turn a girl's/guy's engines on, but you also know how to oil, lube, and rotate it. You put the "elation" back into "relationship," and the "night" back into "one-night stand."

:)

Everything's fine in your world. You can take or leave love. If the one you're interested in is interested back, peachy. But if they don't pick up the hint the first couple of times you drop it, then you'll just move on to the next store window and check out the dummies there. In fact, your level of mental health is quite impressive, and dare we say, attractive. Oh, if only we possessed your self-assurance, self-containment and self-confidence. Doing anything this weekend?

Check out where I took these quizzes and then watch the movie