Back when we were in college, my friend Cindy and I used to like to get dressed up and go down to the horse race track on a Friday night to find ourselves some distinguished man to hang out with for the evening.  On one such occasion, I was hanging out with a really great looking guy and he started giving me horse racing tips.

I hung on his every word, pretending that I was totally interested in his racing tips even though I had never bet on a single race in my life.  It is kind of funny, because I still have never bet on a single race, as this is not what we were there for.  We didn’t care about the races, but rather the men who were there that can show us a good time.

Every man I ever met at the tracks thought that he was the best horse racing tipster on the face of the planet, having no concern at all whether I was interested in hearing his tips or not.  I guess I should have paid more attention as maybe I would be rich today, but I have moved on and no longer feel the need to find companionship at the tracks.