His name is Jon Passavant. I know this because I met him once at a party at some millionaires mansion in a gated community in Beverly Hills (yes, my life used to be that fabulous).
Unfortunately he's straight. This information rained all over my parade. So the chances of him and I hooking up are...er...rather unlikely.
But I can dream.
He is what I call "a cryer." At the moment of truth I would start crying.