Not Too Much Fun? What is That?

So, I love Cosmopolitian magazine. I shouldn't, I know. A bunch of strung-out waifs in bikinis that with each smoldering look and sparkling smile, tell me "ewwww......your ass is like totally oh so fat!" But, I ask you to name a pleasurable vice that is healthy. (Point!) I decided to look in the Kama Sutra box this week, and print it out to sneak in my honey's lunch or briefcase tomorrow, and I came across a quiz. Women love quizzes. We do not know why, we know they do not mean anything....Perhaps it's simply a guilt-free way for us to focus on ourselves for a moment when we spend 99% of the day thinking about other people and/or more stuff we should do. Anyway, the quiz is : Are you fun to be with? I think so, but boy, if I had a quiz to back me up on this....Here is my completed profile:

Good-Times Gal

Your definition of fun isn't pushing yourself to the limit but finding pleasurable ways to unwind. For instance, you'll cut out of work early and hit a party with coworkers after a rough day, but you don't go overboard, dance with every guy in the joint and wind up missing work the next day to recover. "You've achieved a sense of balance," says Cameron Tuttle, author of The Bad Girl's Guide to the Party Life. "You know when it's important to get out of your serious mind-set and let loose, even if you're feeling stressed or worried about something. You also know when it's wise to spend quality time by yourself on the couch."

Similarly, you don't feel like you need to prove to everyone what a fun chick you are. If skydiving sounds less than enjoyable, you're not about to free-fall just to impress your date. Still, you're flexible enough to step outside of your comfort zone occasionally. Because of your mix of charisma and calm, both friends and suitors find you so damn enchanting to be around.

Now, damn. Praised be- I am so fucking perfect, I am not even TOO MUCH fun. Apparantly, there is such a thing. Who knew?!? But, damn. I am so perfect, I am even the perfect amount of fun. Does this should like utter kitty shit to anyone else but me? I am convenient, portable (no 'carry her like a six-pack' jokes), and even the proper amount of fun!