[ Tim keeps his eyes closed to avoid looking at anyone until he has this figured out. He waves a hand blindly upwards. ]

No, he's a menace. And maybe yes. He's Cupid, isn't he? Not the greek god, but the modern greeting card myth, flying around shooting people with non-fatal arrows tipped with hearts that cause people to fall in love at first sight?

[ He is definitely not feeling the holiday spirit, despite wearing a red sweater. ]

I've already got someone out of my league, so I don't need his help overwriting that. I'm sure you're great. That probably means you're a bad idea because my track record is yikes.