Sidney Glass just didn't understand… well, himself. He had long decided that he was at least slightly off his rocker and in a number of ways just as pathetic as Miss Blanchard when it came to his (nonexistent) love life. He was a decent man, and a good reporter. He was good at his job, he had a good life and friends – he did! – and yet he found himself deeply, ridiculously in love with the mayor, Regina Mills – the one woman in town who was never, ever going to be within his reach – and he just couldn't figure out why.