I had a date last night. We met for drinks. We were there for more than 4 hours. Things went well. Today I'm very sleepy and staring off dreamily into space. This is what it feels like to meet someone you genuinely like. Someone who gets you drinks, who laughs at the guy who moved in in his absence, and offers to go back to the bar just to watch the hilarity ensue again. Someone who kisses you, and wants to kiss you, and is excited to kiss you, and doesn't want to stop kissing you. Dreamy sigh.
Gmail is offering (the ads at the top) to send me one free french horn. That's not an offer you see every day. To that, I raise an eyebrow.