It turns out that "let me talk to you about Howard Dean" is not really a great pickup line. But I'm working on it, and the bar is just across the street. I can see the boys waiting out there now, just hoping that I'll chat them up about Dean.

After I attended the Howard Dean meetup this week, I wrote about it in one of my first blog entries, which got obliterated when I tried to blog from home. The meetup happened at The Metro, a gay bar in the Castro. I had a great time and became a Howard Dean convert (at least for now), and signed up to volunteer for a ton of stuff – ok, can’t really remember what, since I had quite a few beers. (Hey, it was at a bar.)

I did agree to do “outreach” activites, including, apparently, going to gay bars and talking to people about Dean. Well… a genuine excuse to up to strange guys without having to worry about an opening line. Perhaps I could organize some kind of “Cruising for Dean” committee. Just how far to you have to go get someone to promise to vote? Better not to speculate. I’m the sort of guy who can take one for the team from time to time.