It's almost like being in love*
I just took him a precis of my prospectus and a portion of my bibliography hoping that he'd help me think about what areas of theory I should be reading. I kinda had the ulterior motive of sussing him out to see whether he'd be interested in just sitting on the exam committee, but I didn't have to. He started saying all sorts of lovely things about how "interesting" and "rich" the project was and then asked whether he could be a member of the dissertation committee because he wanted to see how it would turn out.
"If you wouldn't mind having an extra member, that is," he said. "I'll just let you think about it."
"Really, I don't need to think about it," I said. "I'd be thrilled to have you involved. Thank you."
That kinda made up for feeling dowdy all day because I'd picked a rather unfortunate ensemble in my bleary-eyed, pre-coffee state. The Manolo, he would not be impressed. And I don't even want to think about what Heather and Jessica would say.
*Yeah, I know. I can't believe I just made a "Brigadoon" joke, either.