He watches her walk away and smiles. He runs his hands through his short hair as he stares unbelievably at the phone number and e-mail address. He finishes his drink and leaves the bar taking the cab home. Half-way home he says to the cab driver, kind of drunk, "I just bet the most beautiful girl, man. She worked at the bar. She had such a good body. Pretty hair, pretty eyes...just great looking you know."<br/><br/>The cab driver replies, "Then what are you doing in here alone?"<br/><br/>"What do you mean?" Jeff says.<br/><br/>"Not taking her home, not going out for coffee?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, I don't usually take women home after just one..." He falls down in the back of the cab laying in the seat. "I didn't even think about coffee...or pie. I could really go for some pie."<br/><br/>The cab driver laughs. "You'll be okay, there's tomorrow. Plus, you know where she works."<br/><br/>Jeff reaches into his pocket and holds up a piece of paper for the cab driver to see. The driver looks over and sees the e-mail. "You kids and your e-mail. Back in my day..."<br/><br/>In what seemed a very short amount of time he arrived home and fell into bed not undressing. Using his last bit of energy he put the phone number on his night stand and passed out.