Well icecold I took a page from your book last night. I was out at the local bar, in the city I live in. Being that it is tourist season, I met a particular young woman who was up from North Carolina doing some sightseeing. Well we struck up a decent conversation shared some drinks, flirted, played touchy/feely a bit. Anyway come closing time we both had a mean buzz going on. We left the bar together, her friends didn't cock block she wanted to go back to my place, but....I just pictured you as that Native American guy from those 70 commercials, you know the one were he is standing by the side of the road after someone threw a piece of trash out their car with a tear in his eye. So I walked her back to her hotel and went home and have the worst case of blueballs going right now. Thanks for being the moral voice of reason icecold