There's just something about ladies not wanting to be dateless at holiday parties or New Year's Eve.

It seems as though those dates are sort of a deadline -- kind of like closing time at the bar is for guys. The closer you get to those dates, the more inclined women seem to be to throw caution to the winds and take a chance.

Crazy New Year's Eve.

Man was she hot. She was standing in the line at the grocery store in town. She had on come-fuck-me-pumps and was wearing slacks that made her legs look 8 miles high. Nicely dressed, well made up, and I could almost feel the sexual heat emanating from her. It practically emanated from her uterus in waves where I could simultaneous feel the heat while being drawn as to a magnet. Either this babe was ovulating or her divorce had been made final this morning. Either way, the iron was hot, and with two Lean Cuisine frozen dinners on the belt early New Year's evening, I suspected she didn't have a date.

This is more common than many men would suspect with beautiful women, Guys are afraid to approach them, or when they do, they get tongue-tied and wimp out. Furthermore, often these ladies have a very high opinion of themselves and will routinely reject even very good men as they hold out for an "as seen on TV" man they deem worthy. But there are times, like peak ovulation or New Year's Eve without a date; when they are weakened -- vulnerable, and perhaps even a little insecure as they wonder why they don't have a date. I suspected more than one of these factors applied.

I moved to just barely within her personal space, raised an eyebrow, smiled sardonically and queried: "Lean cuisine? On New Year's Eve?" I knew this would immediately make her defensive, so before she could get her hackles up, I added: "I'm making the world's best lasagna tonite, so ... IF you're not afraid ... I can make you a better offer."

And thus the game began ... a game the ended, for that evening, with us both spent lying across my bed.

That was 12 years ago. I only saw her that one time sexually, but we became friends and I helped her a lot as she completed her college work. She also found her "as-seen-on-TV" husband -- the stereotypical high finance guy of whom her family and friends would approve, rather than an entrepreneurial mad-scientist who doesn't care about image -- such as myself.

Oddly, that game resumed earlier this year. We have long maintained an occasional lunch schedule and we have many professional interests in common. As I mentioned, we've been friends a long time; so she knows a lot about what goes on in my life, including my hobbying. Long story short, she is the civie sex partner of whom I occasionally speak.

Strange things can happen on New Year's Eve.