I have a close friend (who I'll call John) who has a gorgeous baritone that carries kind of like Orson Wells. And like many of us, when he gets excited he forgets to use his Inside Voice which can get kind of interesting at times. He and I are both history nerds who love going to museums and watching documentaries together, which often narrows our outings down to just the two of us. One night were were at a bar near closing time, with just one other couple a few tables away. I really enjoyed watching them over John's shoulder - Mister Right was consistently lost in her eyes, hanging on her every word, and stopping to wrap her coat around her when she looked chilly(!) Meanwhile, John was telling me about the documentary he had seen about Hedy Lamarr. I didn't know it, but apparently there was a genius under that vampy exterior. She loved acting but got bored easily, and developed a radio technology and donated it to the Pentagon rather than applying for a patent. The Pentagon accepted it, and shelved it simply because it had her name on it. At this point John forgot all about this Inside Voice ... "DONT WORRY SWEETIE, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS BAT THOSE SEXY EYES AND WEAR SOMETHING SKIMPY. ITS WHAT YOU'RE BEST AT, AND IT'S ALL ANYONE WANTS FROM YOU ANYWAY." After a minute of this, it was clear that Mister Right was paying close attention and glancing at me over John's shoulder. As soon as John added something about the Pentagon and patent law, I laughed and Mister Right let it go. Only a tiny flash of eye contact passed between us, but I sensed that he had my back. It's nice that I don't need any guy's protection, and if anything I was prepared to usher John safely out the door. But it's still encouraging (especially in these times) that there are men of good conscience who pay attention. I try my best to do the same.