You never knew why you felt so good in the strangest of places.

It's true, guys. Blood Ray really does attract the crazies. More specifically, he attracts strange men that feel the need to place their hands on his body, from head to toe.

There was the night at Freddie's when a stranger ripped the glasses right off of his head.

Now we can add to the list the incident that occurred Sunday night at *shudder* the Complex.

When it's a crowded night at the Complex, one might expect the occasional bump. In fact, I ran right into some woman's breast. But there's no need for a stranger to walk by and grab your junk. Sure, it's happened to me before, and if the man is attractive, it's been a real conversation starter. An ice-breaker, if you will.

But Blood Ray wasn't having it. I watched in terror as Blood Ray confronted him. Keep in mind that the other man was about twice our size -- very muscular. Words were exchanged, an apology was offered, no one was hurt.

This was the most exciting thing that happened all night.

In other news, I'm looking forward to playing the role of Boq in Blood Ray's Wicked. I have very little experience in this field. In fact, there are a couple of scenes in which Blood Ray is going to be my own Marni Nixon. I'll be doing my own singing for the most part, but those long notes during my solo? Let's just say that the audience will appreciate Blood Ray stepping in for me.

Now all I have to do is figure out what a university-attending Munchinlander would wear, and where I can buy it.