Yeah, she'll get her hooks into you right quick. And it's not pathetic, nor sad.

I remember when I was living in Orlando, which is in the middle of the state, and would come home for the weekend. There I would be driving across the Courtney Cambell Causeway (one of the three long bridges that stretch across Tampa Bay) with my head halfway out the window just INHALING the smell of the salt water.

And the joy of being on even a little sloop-rigged dingy... Hell, give me a cobbled together raft and put me on the water, and I'm a happy girl.

Nope, not sad at all. :-D