Update:

Remember what I mentioned here about last night. So, it didn't work out exactly how I imagined it in my mind. My arrival was anything but on time which means we barely missed each other, and I blame it on several factors which include: trying on everything in my closet, changing shoes 5 times, running out the door without the IPOD, trekking back inside and upstairs to locate the IPOD, re-straighten of the hair because the rain was pouring and changing shoes one more time.

I figure I'll run into him again, at some point, and I hope he's a guy who knows a great fucking pair of shoes when he sees 'em.