…even if I was afraid it never would. I’ve seen a profile for someone on match.com whom I simply *must* know. I don’t even care if I get to date the guy (well, okay, I DO care, but I’m not going to get my panties in a twist about it), but just want to know who he is.

I’m smiling. Like a LOT. Can’t recall the last time I reacted quite this much to someone.

Yeowsers. Off to bed. “Class” has to wait for another day.