Lonewacko appears to be correct in writing about the cruising for Dean proposal:

Good luck, but I don't think it's going to work unless someone is either crazy, drugged, or otherwise already fairly pro-Dean.

But what the hell: I had to give it a try. This Sunday I went to Lalos, which, as Young Bradford has described, "is a small, Mexican restaurant in the Castro that has miraculously turned into a throbbing hotspot on Sunday." (Especially throbbing last week, when the temperature went way hot.) I decided I might have more luck with the more inebriated boys, so I followed the tequila shot guy around and talked to the people who seemed to like him the most.

Starting off with "could I talk to you about Howard Dean," predictable, makes people just a little bit scared. They probably think you're some kind of plant for an ex-gay organization. Most of them, it seems, had never heard of Howard Dean, or were too drunk to remember.

My friends, however, would not let me stop. So I tried some other kind of opening line ("hi, I'm originally Southerner, and by nature hyperintroductory"). After striking up a conversation, I tried to change the subject to Howard Dean, but things got confused when I said "oh my god, I can see my bedroom from here!" (It so happens that I live across the street, just having moved to the Castro recently). I really could see my bedroom, but the comment, coming out of nowhere, confused our conversation beyond any possible recovery.

(Note: I'm in no way officially connected with the Howard Dean campaign.)