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Through the haze of my hang-over I seem to recall being hit upon by some rather cute blonde catholic school girl. Let's see... she was thirty-one, going for her Masters in computer engineering, and obviously possessed of a wicked intelligence that manifested itself in a hilarious sense of humor. Sadly I woke up alone this morning which tells me I damned well ought to work on my flirting skills or something. Hmph.