True dat! I attended my high school reunion last weekend. It was a blast! Almost everybody was still looking good. But then again, in my mind, I might have been seeing them as perpetually 18. I was a little self-conscious about the whole thing. If you've seen "Romy and Michele's High School Reunion," I approached it feeling like Mira Sorvino. (And, I was seriously contemplating telling people that I invented PostIts.) In retrospect, though, I think I was more like Janeane Garofalo. I was waiting for the hot nerd to show up but ended up finding the cowboy far more desirable. (Genders reversed, of course.) The hot nerd never showed up. I went to harass her parents about that but they were on vacation. C'est la vie! But yes, I found myself getting moonstruck by a girl (excuse me, woman) I never paid much attention to back in the stone age. The only explanation I have is that she is one of those rare individuals who are pheromonally gifted. That must be it... I mean, probably. *sigh* *hearts*