Guess what? Uther Pendragon (a la Marion Zimmer Bradley's T.M.O.A.) sat next to me in Trig today. An entirely rude and aggravating, bearded, blond, saxon-looking sort.
The cute boy (with the tattoo of one of his paintings) that normally sits next to me wasn't there.
I keep intending to ask him out. Thursday, for reals.