<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… oh my goodness! ... one empty seat away and oh my goodness ... am I blushing? ... she orders and turns toward me as she sips her Makers ... her slight smile has me slightly flustered ... her sigh is for the ages ... lift my martini glass and turn toward her slightly ... seek her eyes ... lift my glass …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Hey! um ... I'm Jaclyn. You're, um, we're too far apart to talk.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… oh my is that the corniest opening line ever! ... sip my drink and watch her eyes over the top of my glass ... will she move closer to me ... closer to her means closer to the riffraff at the front of the bar ... I wonder if she ... 'no Jacklyn! you swore off that stuff after that incident with the Feds and the diamond thief …</em></span></span>