I've kicked myself in the ass several times for missing out on an opportunity to see where things might have led. A group of us were cleaning up after our dance association's Christmas party, where everyone had plenty of holiday cheer and was in a great mood. While I was busy putting away tables and chairs, I lost track of my wife. When I finally found her, she was in the kitchen surrounded by four or five men, and not a single other woman. They were all giving her with compliments about the cookies she had baked for the party, joking about how lucky her husband must be to enjoy her cooking. My wife was all giggles, soaking in the attention. Then she playfully said, "Baking cookies isn't the only thing I'm good at, and cooking isn't the only way I keep him happy." Instead of playing it cool and waiting a few minutes to let things happen, I walked in like a fool and said something about how much I love her cookies and invited them to help themselves to any leftovers. They quickly realized I was her husband and found something else to do. I'm sure she wouldn't have let things go too far, but still!