Friday night finds you lazying on the couch in sweatpants , scratching your unmentionables pretending to watch a movie when what you are really doing is checking your phone for that 'Uko?' text from your girls. 8 p.m and nothing is forthcoming. You freshen up , throw on some heels and you are out of the door. If the party does not come to you, you will go find it. The first local you hit seems favorable enough. You check out the ambiance before finally deciding on a spot at the far end of the counter where you get a full view of the rest of the place. Just when the wine starts kicking in and the bartender is starting to look like husband material you spot him at the other end of the counter smiling at you. He is looking your way and you wonder for how long he has been doing that. Without delay, you smile back at him and tuck a loose braid behind your ear to keep him looking. Thank heavens you have on that red dress that hugs just the right places and those heels that ...