She stopped at the light as I was waiting to cross the street, and her eyes had me transfixed. She smiled, and for the 20 seconds that the light was red, we had a love affair, all in her eyes and her smile. It was a rush, the kind of feeling I thought I was too jaded and cynical to feel anymore. Then the light changed. The Italian GT she drove let out a throaty purr, she rolled away, and the affair was over. And I stood there, like a man too soon wakened from a dream.