Not yet, no apologies necessary. There is room and place for everything and we (I, at least) often misjudge the two. (Speaking as a born again class clown from the last row in the classroom. Which, in the end, is probably no better than a holy-roller.)
...so, you were the guy sitting next to the girl-class-clown.
...I never learned your name, but you were right next to me!