Was my luck about to change? The moment he wandered over to me in the bar and offered to buy me a drink I started praying that he wasn’t too good to be true. A tall blond, handsome American stranger? A corporate lawyer in a really nice suit? In his early 30s? That dream-come-true sort of thing doesn’t normally happen to me. And sure enough, it didn’t last. We had just started chatting about work and, if I was not mistaken, there was a little bit of flirtatious eye contact and subtle smiling going on when Marcia walked into the bar. She stopped in front of us, posed elegantly, looked at him, looked at me and said in her beautiful, languid voice, “Suzie darling, I can hear you from here. Do stop being so amazingly dull.” And she sat down between us, smiled at him, turned her back on me, and I might as well have left right then, for the amount of attention I knew I was going to get from him from that point on.