Good god, there was a man in there who was just dripping sex. I was sitting next to him and hot damn...I wanted to jump on him like he's a show pony. And of course we got along famously in class, because I eat that shit up like it's ice cream. But then after class, when he smiles at me, I get SO WEIRD AND AWKWARD. Because in class it's totally safe and I'm completely open and receptive. But once class is over...nope. That's done. Back to me. I forgot how much fun theatre is. Why did I quit?

And here's another Clive pic because I couldn't make up my mind which I like better.