It's an old fantasy: you take her out to an expensive restaurant and then to a fancy club. Perhaps she's the girl from work, your latest crush, or even your ex. You know she's not going to kiss you that night let alone sleep with you, but you go anyway, perhaps you're that lonely or desperate or you just like her that much. But the real reason you're going is the one you don't realize or will never admit: she's beautiful and you want to be around her, no matter what. You hope somehow, at some point, she will show you something meant only for you. So you act the perfect gentleman even though she's far from the perfect lady, and you wait. You open doors for her, call her a cab, walk her to her door, and as she's stumbling through her apartment door, you realize you will get nothing but the flashes of smiles and leg that everyone else got too. And as you walk home you imagine what she didn't do and you smile at yourself, if only your imagination had a camera.