I went out with some cast mates last night. We had a couple of drinks. I let my theatre crush be known. We kissed. We talked. I don't think he is the person I thought he might be. Just another disappointing discovery. But it's OK. At least it only took me a couple of hours to figure out this time. Besides, work has picked up over the last few weeks, and NYC looms on the horizon, followed by a choir performance, and a summer that may either be spent partially in Quebec or acting locally. Life is good.