The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

It always amuses me to see how other people will judge me. Everyone judges, and everyone gets judged but it's not always the case that you find out what people think. I don't mind being judged. In fact, I feel most things that we do is so that other people will judge us. Clothing, piercings, scarring, music taste, makeup style; it's all so people will think something about us. Unless of course you're writing a final and you show up in your jammies – then you're just a university student.

Last night Adam and I attended a Sheridan Musical Theatre party. Nancy from American Eagle and Adam have been bonding over their love of musicals and Judaism, so when Adam was invited to the party I eventually decided to tag along because I do things like that. I have to admit, it wasn't as musical as I expected it to be and that's probably because I forgot to make a distinction between musical and musical theatre. The difference being the second one generally has a lot more homos involved.

I hate to have to admit it to everyone, but I was totally on the prowl. I was on the prowl, and I was feeling much more attractive than everyone else in there despite the fact that I was in an American Eagle sweater and Mavi jeans. It's a bad combination and makes for a really queeny Mike.

It's not so much that I felt out of place, I just like to analyze things. So for the first part of the party, I stood against a wall and watched people making mental notes. Mental notes and tallying up scores for people based on how much potential I felt they had. I know, it's a horrible thing to do, but I did it. Not to say I didn't talk to people. I definitely talked. I talked a lot. I checked out some guys, some girls flirted with me, and much fun was had.

The problem with going to a musical theatre party is that people either assume you're in musical theatre, or you're straight. See where I'm going with this. At one point I squared off with some guy in a scarf. He made the mistake of asking who I was, as if it was ok for him to not know. More importantly, he made the mistake of asking who I was in a condescending tone. Not a good idea. Eventually he made the argument that he "trumped" me because he had been on System Crash and in Stratford something or other. Don't get me wrong, on a scale from one to awesome System Crash was somewhere below Breaker High and Student Bodies, but I don't care. Hell I didn't even understand what the Stratford nonsense was. Sure, acting or something. Great. My response?

Mike: That's nice. I'm a math student, I go to Waterloo for Computer Science
Them: Eew, math.
Mike: No kidding, but it's number one for a reason.

Don’t get me wrong, Sheridan has a sweet musical theatre program. Just don't make the mistake of assuming that because I'm loud and because I take care of my appearance that I'm an arts student - a ditzy arts student. As much as I enjoy being ditzy and loud, I can still understand find the limits to sequences like Xn+1 = sqrt (2 + Xn) (the limit is easy, and 2.) I'll dance around to the divas, both old and new, but I still know what someone is talking about when they ask to be my derivative so they can tangent up my curves. I want to punch them, and vomit, but I understand.

The tallying for guys went decently enough I guess. For reasons that will not be repeated in even this liberal space I was incompatible with a large number of them. Limiting my choices to four or five, scoring went as follows:

Number One lost points for being queeny and slutty. I'm sure things would have worked out perfectly. For maybe 10 minutes. Sure, I'm being quick to judge and jump to conclusions. But it's what I do best, and I'm doing it right now. I'm sure he's a great guy, and maybe the universe will prove me wrong. I doubt it though.

Number Two lost points for reminding me of an ex. As soon as I realized that he got a big 110 and I moved on.

Number Three was new, and I'm totally not dealing with new. Well let me rephrase that. I'll deal with new, if the new still lets them settle down. It won't though, because new is almost synonymous with promiscuous sex. And by almost, I mean it is.

Finally, Number Four didn't have any horrible qualities but didn't have anything special either.

So in conclusion I'm extremely shallow and it's totally clashing with my desire to date. But it should make for some amusing stories to tell over the next few months.