"Look to your left, quick," one of your best girlfriend's squeals. "The guy right there." Well, you agree he is truly "fine." He has nice lips, dreamy eyes, nice mustache, and great body “language.” So you quickly decide to give him a "come hither" look, hoping for some eye contact. Sure enough, eye to gorgeous eye, he winks at you, and you respond with a coy smile. He walks over and you notice his gorgeous teeth as he gives you a big grin in return. He immediately comments on how nice the party is which allows you time to come back to earth. The conversation is light and casual, but lengthy so you suggest sitting at the bar. He offers to buy you a drink, so you tell him what you'd prefer. He says he's having a hard time deciding and wonders if he should have what you're drinking. You're pleased with him so far and your smile signals that you're having a good time. The conversation begins to shift.

He suggests that perhaps the two of you could leave the party and go to a private club where he's a member. You tell him that you've made a commitment to yourself that you would never go anywhere alone with a man you just met. At that point he becomes indecisive about what to do next, so he tries to explain that he comes with excellent personal references; everyone at the party is a personal friend. He elaborates that everyone knows that he is kind, intelligent, and really harmless. You decide that you want to make a few inquiries on your own, so you turn to the bartender and ask her, "You know this guy, huh? Okay tell me about him." "Who, this playboy?" the bartender responds. "He knows everyone in this room," the bartender says with a wink and a smile. Uh-oh! Is that a recommendation or a condemnation? Now you have to decide what's next.