As one ages, one is aware that younger is more desirable in many aspects of life as defined here in the City; certainly men to women. For example, I am eye candy to someone 20 years my senior. They to me however are not an option. The other day, I popped into the White Horse Tavern to pick up a copy of Time Out which is available on Wednesday and days thereafter. On the Thursday I entered, the tavern was full to overflowing. Could have been the weather, the time of day, an economic report, any one of a number of variables. As the door closed behind me I saw that the corner stand holding the magazines was completely inaccessible. There was a trio of good-looking older-than-middle aged men between me and the magazine stack. But on a mission, I walked up to the one directly in front of the display on which he had laid his coat and said, ‘I think’…and before I could say more, he looked up from the phone in his hand with a big smile on his face. In that instant I could see a number of reactions. In this crowed place, a female had chosen to approach him, not his friends, a female he didn’t know, a female period. His day was getting better by the second. And then I finished my sentence, ‘…you are right in front of the Time Out Magazines, perhaps you wouldn’t mind handing me one?” The smile stayed, he removed the coat, reached for and handed me a magazine, to which I gave him my thanks and left. On the outside of the door I paused for a moment. i considered the option of going back in and ‘chatting him up- even instantly had an opening line. But i didn’t.