There I was, sitting at a table, by myself, in front of the ice cream place. My “best friend” Rob, was too busy chatting up some blonde chick across the way to notice I was incredibly alone.

It was one hell of a hot day; the kind that calls for ice cream. I watched as Rob gestured towards the girl’s soft drink and she laughed, agreeing to whatever he wanted. He coolly sipped her drink and smiled, more conversation flowing from his mouth.

Jerk. My attention turned to the girl’s friend who was batting her eyelashes at Rob as he talked. She licked her ice cream cone in a terribly tempting way. There was a smudge of it left on the corner of her mouth.

I decided to do Rob one better. Sauntering over, I leaned down to the girl and kissed the ice cream off. She kissed me back for another sizzling moment before I pulled away, stuck a piece of paper with my number in her hand and drove off into the scorching day.

Or that’s what I would have done. Ha. But I don’t have a car. Or that risk-taking abitlity.