I need a chaser. This phrase was never used in quite the same way before or since at my bar as it was used on this particular night. It was a typical Friday night at the bar, very crowded and very noisy with the typical bar conversations and a jazz duo playing in the corner. One of my good friends, Wendy, came in to drown her sorrows from a recent love affair gone wrong. She very quickly found her way to one of the unattached men at the bar and struck up a conversation with him. Now Wendy has always been a person who seems to demand the spotlight regardless of the situation or what she is doing. This night was to be no different than any other. After sitting at the bar for a while with her new found friend, she suddenly hops down from her barstool, grabs her little bar buddy by the hand and leads him off to the rest rooms. As the bar was very busy, I don’t think anyone but myself noticed this action as I had been across the bar talking to them before their rather sudden departure. I went on to other bar customers needs and did not give much thought to the newly acquainted couple. At almost a predetermined moment in time, Wendy once more appears from the rest room area and strides back into the bar proper with her friend following behind. As if directed from above, the musicians stop playing at moment of her entrance and there is a general lull in the conversation. Wendy jumps on this moment of silence to seize the attention of the bar by miming a wipe of her forearm across her mouth and commenting in a very loud voice “I need a chaser”. At this the bar laughed and her friend that was just the recipient of a little lip service and oral communications looked like he wished he could have just disappearedinto the floor. This was an unusual role reversal as it is usually the gentleman who wants to brag about sexual conquests, not the woman. Well at least Wendy managed to put her aborted and ill conceived prior love affair on a back burner at least for a little while that evening.