recognize
J. had to cancel our date last night, due to a last-minute opportunity to go see a show for free. That's not too bad, since I have a horrible cold of the "let's dance for hours at the RVT and then pop out shirtless for a chat" variety.
I'll probably see J. next week, which means even more time will have passed since our first and only encounter snog downstairs @ Barcode three weeks ago. To be able to recognize him, I'll have to rely on my friends' description of him: tall, slim, dark hair, young. Very young actually.
Oh dear, I've been engaging in drunken cradle-snatching. Again.