So last Friday, I was having a quiet lunch in a hotel bar (Nerd alert: my annual pilgrimage to Emerald City Comic-con), when this guy wanders over to my table to order a beer. I had an open chair and the bar was packed. I offered him the seat and we started talking. Well to be completely honest, he started talking and I wrote on my iPad a lot to respond—joys of one month post VFS. We chatted for about an hour and he was definitely hitting on me a lot. Please note that I am not the one who gets hit on, like ever. But he was cute so I decided to roll with it. Long story short, we exchanged numbers and went our separate ways. Well he texted me a few times including last night when he asked me to go out this weekend. This definitely qualifies as something that is making me happy today, regardless if it actually goes anywhere...