At Friday's party was a guy who worked for Rob's company until he moved away about a year ago to attend grad school. I had never met him. At one point in the evening I was standing alone and he came up and introduced himself. "Hi," he said with a smile. "I'm Harvard Dude."

"It's great to meet you, Harvard Dude," I replied. "I'm Kelly." And then I added, "Rob L's wife."

I expected his face to fall, just a bit. You know, in a Oh, you're totally taken? sort of way. Instead, his face lit up. "Rob?! That guy is AWESOME!" (Yeah, I get this a lot. In fact, I've never been to a work party where someone didn't sing Rob's praises to me. Which I think is pretty fucking cool.)

"Yeah, he is," I agreed.

"Very good marriage choice! Very good marriage choice indeed!"

I grinned. "I think so. Thanks."

"Is he here?!"

"Yeah, he's right around the cor--"

And the dude totally ditched me and took off to find Rob. You know, like he has a huge freaking crush on him or something.

I guess that makes two of us.