Do you ever find yourself in your office daydreaming of an old crush and wondering what your life would have been like with him, especially on the days when your husband isn't treating you like the princess you still are? Suddenly the crush comes to mind and you decide to Internet stalk him to find out if he is still single or to see how ugly his wife is or what your kids may have looked like with him. Well, Kevin O'Sullivan is the guy I Google and search on Facebook, MySpace, LinkedIn, Classmates, and so on. When my husband is not being nice to me, he refuses to help me on the computer in my attempt to track down this old flame of mine.

With a name like Kevin O'Sullivan, I knew he was Irish. In fact, his parents were from Ireland: the land of potatoes; four-leaf clovers; leprechauns and Lucky Charms cereal; and, of course, famine and bloodshed. He went to Arizona State, where I was visiting my friend Suzanne, but his family lived in Pasadena, which is just outside of LA, but at least an hour from my home in Woodland Hills. We went through the usual college pre-hookup-meet-and-greet of “What's your major? Dorm? High school? What was your SAT? Is there a history of cancer in your family? How about acne?”

With Kevin the conversation was really easy, and the alcohol helped. I don't think I ever saw the bottom of my red plastic cup. Fraternity guys are trained to never allow a sorority sister's drink to run out. They're such gentlemen in that way.

At about one a.m., it was time for us to leave. Suzanne was from Arizona and we were crashing at her parents' house, so we cou