Sitting on the subway, overhearing a 20 something woman, chatting with a 20 something man about their work place a bar. It was primarily about who was sleeping with whom. ‘But he’s married’, she said, to which he replied ‘Guess he doesn’t remember.’ A day later at another establishment was overhearing two young slender stylish blondes chatting. About men. About the appointments made by men with them for work related issues. ‘Why’, says one to the other, ‘Does it always have to be at 8 and for dinner; why not noon for lunch?’ ‘And’, replies the other, ‘The married men are the worst!’ They continued their chatting about the friend who married to move up and was already flirting outrageously with a new conquest in front of husband. Some of these young people have sense.