So the Ron Burgandy Speed Date actually turned into me getting sloppily drunk and eating Purdy's chocolates at 3 in the morning. My period helped nothing, except for reassuring me that one day I may be able to bear a child. The gentleman turned out to be more of a cousin than a potential fling, and I'm pretty sure I have blue ovaries.

Guys can have blue balls, so girls can have blue ovaries. Or fallopian tubes. Or whatever.

Now then. For a new question that has nothing to do with menstruation.

How old is too old? I'm nearing the 23rd year of my existence on this fair planet, and I had always thought that 28 was my absolute max. A few nights ago I broke this standard and hopped, skipped, and jumped to 31. There was no sex in the champagne room, as I started to really think about the years on this particular make and model. I know, I'm making sex with an older guy sound like buying a used car. But seriously...I don't know who rode in it before, if it's been smoked in, if it's been beaten up or abused... I mean, is there even a warranty? Has it been certified and checked by top mechanics?

Maybe I should stick with the newer models...but I'm not sure. Everyone loves a classic don't they? All I know for sure is that I'm not buying. I'm renting at the most...and it's too far into the summer to sign a lease.

Beep beep I'm a Jeep.