And I can't help but feel - as obnoxiously egocentric as it is - that the Who I Want to Meet description he filled in is me. Rasputina read it and agreed, although she may have been humoring me.
I'm not suggesting that Mr. X is pining for me or anything like that. It's subconscious at best. Or it's just me. I don't know. It just struck me as oddly familiar. Kind of mad me sad, actually.