Every time I caught her eye and she looked away, every brush of charcoal hair behind her ear, every scratch of her jewelled nose leaked information ab...ut the kind of girl she was. I stored it all.By the time Larry and Ted made their excuses to return to their wives, I had plenty of data. Enough to know that with the right encouragement, she was likely to go all out on a first date. And then some.The place was empty. Low-level pop from the player behind the bar spilled into the atmosphere. That's where I was,that night. Man, too bad you two hadn't started doing the `boy-toy' thinguntil today! Monday night would've been a good time for you two to havegotten it on, since I was gone until late! And, of course, if you two hadknown about me, then I could have just spent the rest of the night withBobby and getting my rocks off a couple more times!" Looking at, and smiling toward Tom, Stan stated, "Gotta tell youman, you did good for yourself! Is he your partner or just a good,. We've begun to argue over every little thing and I wish we could return to how things were, when we we're young and madly in love. I need something new and different to get me out of this funk... but what?**** "Hey honey, I'm on my way home. Need anything?" "No dear. Just get home safely." She seems to be in a good mood I thought. I hope it lasts. I pulled into the driveway of our five bedroom, four and a half bath house, after a long day at work. I am a top executive at an advertising agency. .. " Wasn't there a pop tune like that once upon a time? For a woman in her late thirties damn near any kind of man is hard to find. All the "good" ones have long since married or settled into longterm relationships. All that are left are... the leftovers. The misfits and rejects and losers. She certainly belonged in one or more of those categories.Maybe... just maybe it was time for a change in strategy. If suitable men in her age group were scarce, then what about... younger men. Men in their.