You mean, when Pam was in New York at art school and she ran into Ryan at this club when she was out with her friends, and he was drinking club soda and he saw her awhile before she saw him, and she was laughing and with this big group of people and looking really, really happy, and he knew it was creepy for him to just keep watching her but he couldn't stop?

Ugh, I know. Last night A. asked how long we'd been roommates except he phrased it, "How long have you two been together?" which made me laugh/cry. Haha, I don't want to get divoooooooooorced. :( WE NEED MANY MARGARITAS.