Memories and dreams... Memories and hopes and dreams... Jim Arnold felt he was slowly awaking from a great peaceful slumber. His mind wanted to drift,...to relive his life, all the experiences, the good and the bad, the joys and sorrows, the pride of accomplishments, the embarrassments of his failures and being teased, the first girl he ever kissed... It was all floating through in mind, images and memories and dreams, and above everything his emotions, which gave the memories meaning and. They drew for partners each session so there was no continually matching of good against really good players. For over a year they enjoyed a sociable game. No one was out for blood. The sessions were usually filled with as much gossip and conversation as Euchre. That was the way they liked it. That evening, Lorene made a dumb-assed play. She knew it as soon as she tossed in the left bauer and lost it. “I ought to have my ass smacked,” said Lorene. “Yes you should,” said her partner, Janet. In fact, I know how it is like to be a high school and college student who sees other guys getting all the hot girls, and he gets none...I know how it is like to stay home alone, while your friends are all out at dates...how it is like to see the girl you like most having as boyfriend another guy who seems like 100 times under your level, but despite that, she prefers him instead of you...how it is like to ask a girl out or just her contact details, and you hear that "I have a boyfriend", or. As I was getting ready for bed I got two new texts. The first from Alan … ‘You’ve pressed the right buttons Bill, she can’t wait to meet you again’. The second from Susan … ‘It was lovely to meet you at last, you’re a sweet guy Bill, lets meet again SOON’. The last word in caps said it all to me. As soon as I got back to the office the next day I made some calls and pencilled-in a business meeting in their area. I emailed both to say I could make the following week and a date and time were.