October 3rd, 11:00am. We will meet again. This time I come armed with an MBA. I'm going to get back to DC for the Oral Exams.
I've waited three years now since having a go at you. I wasn't sitting around either. Oh sure, I let you get to me. I even convinced myself for awhile I was OK with never being a Foreign Service Officer. But I just can't stop, I have to try for it again.