Herbert, sunshine, can I sleep in your coffin tonight because I’m DEAD. I’ve watched the eighth episode of the second season of “Sex Education” and *screams on a very high note until he’s out of breath*. All he could remember of the other participants were anecdotic details such as funny questions, awkward jokes, outstanding outfits or physical traits such as showing tattoos and dyed hair. His notes after his ten minutes on table 6 were superficial at best, and his memory, pretty blurry. After that, he had lost all objectivity as soon as he met you, and then for the rest of the night and the remaining few dates, he just couldn’t focus anymore. But the actual observations, which were supposed to support or contradict his theories? Well, he could only rely on the notes he had taken during his first four dates. He even had cues for the final discussion and conclusion.
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Quite the opposite actually he had a lot to share about his little social experiment at the speed-dating event back in December, but how much of it was relevant? It wasn’t like his assignment was a complete blank page anymore though! He had his introduction where he described the topic, he had defined his keywords, presented the hypothesis to be tested, his approach and method, and had his arguments laid out. Although this time, it wasn’t a lack of inspiration that blocked him. He was in his regular study room, with his best friend Bokuto, looking blankly at his computer screen.