It's interesting to wake up at 3 in the morning by someone saying they're a reporter and they want to know how you feel. I felt fine but I said 'Well why do you ask?'
My fear is that I go up to the girl of my dreams and say 'I'm sorry but I've got to say hello to you ' and she slides the stool back and gets up and walks away saying 'Not for me Bub. I don't want anything to do with you.'
