Unable to take another session in a long day of sessions discussing blogging software, I am sitting on a couch in an unnecessarily air-conditioned lounge area, watching a toddler run amok and trying not to worry a industrial-soap-activated rash that has appeared on my left forearm.

A couple minutes ago, I noticed a good-looking gent (of the silver-fox variety), several yards away, giving me the eye. Sometimes looking away, sometimes gazing intently, often smiling.

Hello, you, I think. And: Heh, I still got it.

Then, of course, I notice the flat-screen TV behind my head, silently broadcasting the Olympics.