...I am. I'm all happy and have been for the past 10 days now because I'm going out with a very nice lad called Alex.

*beam*

It was all a product of my Ancient History trip to Greece, where there was a big ruckus with a lot of the not-knowing-who-knows-what and you-can't-tell-soandso-this and basically the rather messy product of a lot of teenagers stuck on a very nice holiday and not having anything better to do than all get in a tizz with each other. Unfortunately I ended up becoming the communal box of tissues - to cry on, not to blow your nose on, I hastily add - while somehow managing to also be at the centre of the Ruckus.

And Alex and I went up to the top floor of the hotel to talk through his side of things and a whole group of people marched off down the beach to look for us, convinced we'd gone missing. :)) That was quite amusing.

But yes. Trips are good for that sort of thing. You get to know people so much better so quickly. It's great
:D