You know, us women can do several things at the same time but with Scott I felt so swept away I could hardly focus on making sure I would get that hug, like all my braincells went dead and I had one left that had "hug" on it. He just twirls you in to a polite conversation and I had a hardest time steering back to the hug. He was already sitting down when I asked for the hug so he had to get up again to give it to me. (The poor man, he just did three days of extremely exausthing show and I made him get up again. Okay enough with the guilttrip...;) Any others around here have had the same experience? That you're outside and are going "Damn, I wanted to ask him that one thing and I didn't get the chance". Well actually you did, but somehow you just went braindead when te conversation started?


) that I might be able to ask him. I'm already getting nervous. I need to start
taking deep breaths now.