A tingle. A new hope.

As kirsten goes out to chat with her friend, a beautiful young woman walks into the U-Pass production room aka the-dungeon-for-the-cursed, with a great mane of frizzy brown hair, in a red top and with light olive skin. I didn't get her name but as I discover when Amanda (Murdoch's sister) is looking it up for me, her name is D. Nagel and from Nanaimo. That's it. Other than she has never heard of the Roxy or 5th Avenue cinemas or even MEC, I do not know much else about her. Oh yes, she has a brand new U-Pass. I was looking at her and getting a chill, a tingle running up and down my back and my neck and I was having a really stupid time of trying to saying anything in a coherent sentence to her. I tried to stretch the "schpeel" out a bit and ran through the idea of asking her out but just as quickly quashed it as being to unprofessional. Who came up with the Victorian ideals anyway? Oh yes, the victorians. While I was quite happy to be working beside the ever-chirpy and wonderful Amanda, Dawn and Alison again, meeting D. whatever her name is seem to have made my day. It seems that I shall have to let it go and see if she returns somehow.

Then again. It could just be my illness striving to return to full spate.

Ah, l'amour.