I've been married for.. almost 13 years. The days of asking pretty women out to lunch are long through. I've got a receeding hair line, a bike tan on my face, am either in uniform or smell like sweat. I think the last bit of female attention I've garnered (aside from the time I sang to a lady on the street corner inadvertantly) you can read that story here: ), was from a sheriff at Euclid and Imperial when I ran the light in the morning. She was pretty. And pretty pissed off too.

So, no Marcel. I'm not asking. She did indicate she's in a relationship.

Were you to busy staring at a photo to read the post?