I patent the process of playing follow-me follow-you all night at a bar, then, when everybody is loitering around after closing, giving that long and lingering last glance, then smuggly walk ing away while simultaneously telling yourself that you could have had your target any time that night, but you realized hours ago that they were probably beneath you (even though you kept following them for the rest of the night).

(It's good to be the bouncer, the night gets all sorts of ironic when the lights come on. 8-)