I was schmoozing with two men at a bar. Schmoozing has a negative connotation, I suppose, but I love to do it. Let's call it networking, instead. One man was married with big time marital troubles, and the other had a kid. Pick your poison.

"I can do whatever I want," I said to the one with a wife that doesn't sleep at his house.

"It's easy since you're beautiful and have blue eyes," he said.

"...I have brown eyes."

GAME: OVER.