It's fascinating, really, the things we miss out on in life while doing other things. Like love.
Now, I have to admit being a practical man. I was raised a farmer, and when I see a red sunrise, I think "Huh, gonna be a dry day", not "Oooh, pretty sunrise!", just as when see a old pre-Empire era starship I generally go "Hmmm, now if I could get some bigger shields on that hunk of glorified coffin and maybe some quadlaser-turrets, it might be serviceable", not "Oooh, shiny!"
I admit it, I'm not a romantic. If someone told me to bring a girl flowers, I'd probably pick all the wrong sorts at the florist. If they told me to bring chocolate, I'd probably bring the wrong type. When I pick presents for birthdays or Life Day, I tend to go for the useful stuff (although Han did like that new set of hydrospanners with inbuilt vibroblades gave him last time...I think), not the sentimental gifts. Leia calls me a lunkhead, which I'm sure is rude on some planet or other (heheh). And, to be honest, I go into my work and studies too hard to worry about the opposite sex.
So when Wedge asked me what was up on the personal front, I had no idea what he was talking about. Turns out he was trying to set me up on a date, which I weaselled out of with my usual decorum. I mean, I don't...I haven't...it's kind of difficult to worry about that part of yourself when you're barely able to have a quiet conversation with people without someone throwing a thermal detonator or the likes.
Anyway. So no, I'm not taken. I'm not looking, either. Not sure if I ever will.
This brings me to...
Shira Elan Colla Brie. I thought I'd forgotten her, y'know? And then I go to Shalyvane to bring the natives into the Republic, and I ended up going back to that desecrated altar in the desert where I found out she was never from this planet at all, instead being one of the Emperor's elite spies. And the only reason she had ever feigned interest in me was because she was setting me up for Vader.
On a different note, I ran into the proverbial ghost yesterday. Someone was dragging off Coruscanti Undercity dwellers to slavery in the Rim, and me and a few volunteers broke it up. The leader was this skinny, short, near-human fellow with white skin and dark-grey hair. Strong little bastard, too, nearly broke my wrist with one of his moves. When I tried to interrogate him, he committed suicide by poison. All I know is, I overheard some of his underlings mention someone called "the Dark Lady".
I have a very, very bad feeling about this...