Where do you mostly shop for clothes?

Target or Army Navy surplus stores.

God - I wish I just shopped at secondhand stores but I don't. I'm a big Gap shopper, though I abhor that fact about me. I like more mom and pop type boutiques (that are cheap).

Actually buying clothes? Thrift stores. Otherwise, I get lots of closet-cleaning leftovers.

Sears.

Gads, department stores. I am not the thrift or Melrose kinda gal. I like my clothes to smell new before I wash them.

Wherever they sell dickeys.

Er ... Old Navy ... blush.

I hate clothes shopping and avoid it at all costs. I gladly accept hand-me-downs from friends and family.

Talbots.

In hand-me-down bags and at clothes exchange parties.

In other people's closets when they're not home.

Mall: Gap, Banana Republic, Express, Guess,Tommy Hilfiger.

Wherever I am.

J. Crew.

Trash cans.

 

What is the thing you most regret in your life?

Not ever having one night stands.

Try not to regret. I do, but it's not healthy so I pretend that I don't.

Passing on the 2-for-1 Prince Albert.

Not killing myself a long time ago. Or you can pick any horrible atrocity in the 26 years of my life.

I regret not talking to Beck when I saw him in Thrifty's. I know I'd be perfect for him. He's tiny and so am I.

I have a huge, horrible list of things. I think I feel the worst about having a list of things I regret. Pretty pitiful.

Letting a girl named Rachel Benzinger get away from me. (Editor's note: That's very romantic and makes your editors all swoony.) That or going to college. That was a waste of money and time.

Being born.

If I had any regrets, it would be regretting a life of regret. I don't believe in regrets.

Should have studied abroad in undergrad when I had the chance.

I went for money and sacrificed time.

Too sad to tell that. But I do regret not spending longer in Europe before I got tied down to responsibility.

Not finishing school within a reasonable time. Nine years is a long time!!!!!!

Getting married when I wasn't in love.

Poverty.

My kitty Tiger.

Not seeing the Throwing Muses in 1995.

Not getting on the phone to talk to my grandfather before he died. And not having enough fun.

Not having the confidence to tell idiots in high school that they were idiots.

I regret nothing (insert maniacal laughter here).

 

Who have you seen naked who you wish to god you hadn't?

Harvey Keitel.

My fat aunt.

Kate Murphy, Joanna Rubiner, Micah Forbes, Scott B. Morgan (Editor's note: We feel strongly that you could not have seen all those people naked. And even more strongly that you would ever regret such a thing. First of all, Kate Murphy is a dainty and modest girl and you would have had little opportunity to see her naked. Secondly, well, everyone has seen Joanna Rubiner naked. And those other two? Well, we suspect you were probably crashing on their couches at one point, and what were you doing looking anyway?).

My sister's boyfriend. Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad. No, wait *I'm* not bad, before you go thinking something. It was purely an accidental walking in. No foul play here.

Parents - after the middle-age spread.

My sister. Still gives me nightmares.

John Malkovich in "The Sheltering Sky." It so takes away from his sexuality.

My mom, my grandmother, my grandfather ... pretty much everyone in my family.

A bum on the side of the road.

I thankfully can't think of anyone, although I have occasionally caught a glimpse of testis that I would rather not have seen. But I have spent several episodes at some hot springs among many women of many ages, shapes, colors, and I gotta say, it actually made me feel good. Not like "Oh, I have a better body than hers." More of a "Right on, Sista, great body for an old broad," or "That's it, show it proudly." And it's also a nice lesson when wondering how I will age.

Several of the stars of "The Pillow Book." Particularly the sumo wrestler guy.

My aunt. Eek.

Myself.

My upstairs neighbor - YUCK.

No one, but once I walked into the men's room at the supermarket. That was embarrassing enough.

Ron Jeremy. Barf.

My ex-roommate when she was having hard, painful sex with her freakishly tall, big-assed boyfriend! YUCK!!!

The fat naked old ladies at my gym.

The guy on that awful commercial, who runs toward the woman.

A disgustingly obese, jiggley, hairy slimeball in a porn movie givin' it to some sultry chick.

Harvey Keitel.

 

So what's your m.o. if you see an attractive person at a bar or something and you'd like to meet him/her?

(Editor's note: Excuse us, but it seems some of our readers need to get some balls.)

I ignore them.

I try to act really cool, and then I leave before I do something stupid.

Sit there like a dope and send them telepathic pleas to look my way.

I spill my drink on him ... "accidentally."

In LA? Start reading a book. In no time, people talk to you. Especially if you don't want to be disturbed.

Leave.

Is there ever really an attractive person just sitting at the bar?

Because I am in a relationship of many years I have no inhibitions. I tell a man straight out how cute he is. They get real embarrassed and it usually breaks the ice 'cause I let them know that I am in a relationship, "but, boy, if I wasn't, I'd tire your ass out!"

Mo?

I have the bartender bring her a glass of water "on me." Then I wink and nod suggestively when the bartender points out who bought her the glass of water. If she laughs, I go over and offer to buy her a real drink. If she doesn't get it, tough shit for her.

I approach them with a funny comment and a flirty smile on my darling mouth.

Stare heavily and remind myself that I'm not available.

Walk over and dip them while saying, "Hail to the king, baby."

Flash a smile ... works every time!!!

I gotta tell you, I'm very very good at this. Not that picking someone up at a bar or club is particularly useful in the big picture, but it's fun to flirt. I always immediately scan the room for the man I'm most attracted to. If he appears to not be with a woman, I'll catch his eye (i.e. stare at him 'till he looks at me), then look away. Then I'll catch his eye again. If he's looking again I'll hold the eye contact and smile. Pretty basic. Then when that bit has gotten out of hand, if he seems approachable I'll sidle up and say something remarkably clever. If he does not seem approachable, I'll let him come up to me. If he doesn't, too bad, his loss.

March right up and make them my friend.

If they're really attractive, I pretend I am not looking. Just so I can be special.

Make eye contact, look away, look back periodically. If drunk, give phone number.

Go to the other side of the room and not say a word.

Pretend I'm foreign and helpless.

Wish I would talk to her and then walk off.

 

When's the last time you picked your nose?

According to our calculations, nearly every one of you is PICKING YOUR NOSE THIS VERY SECOND! But we're not judging you. Now here are a few of your comments:

Wait ... now

Nothing I like more than a good nose picking. It alleviates boredom and it's certainly better than smoking. I just always make sure my hands are clean. If they're not, well, I'm just not going in there.

Years, but I do bite my nails frequently.

Yesterday in the car. Had a hard one irritating me. Flicked it out my sunroof. Excuse me, moonroof.

The keys on my computer are still gooey.

This morning in the bathroom. I have horrible sinus problems and have to clear my nose a lot.

Yesterday at work.

My boogers stay in and my fingers stay out.

Umm - a few hours ago?

Eew.

Funny you should ask.