Hey, everybody, there's a cute guy in our conference room, so come over right now and stare at him! Don't actually stare--walk by the room, and then casually look in, as if you're just passing by on your way to the bathroom. Well, you don't have to have a specific destination; it's not like he's going to question you--he's in a meeting. But hurry!

That is essentially the message I've sent to all my girl friends here at the office this afternoon, on this monumental occasion of a Random Cute Guy appearing in our building. It's a rare experience, so I had to share the wealth, even though now, to get a look at him, you'd have to stop directly outside the room he's in and peer through the venetian blinds, thereby almost certainly attracting his attention. It could work. It's like going to the zoo and wasting your time trying to see the leopards, which you know damn well are hiding in the shade, asleep, and not going to come out, but then feeling gratified if you see even the flick of a tail.

So, hurry and stare at him! He's only here for another half hour before he's released back into the wild.

Star of the day. . .Andy, my brother's house painter