Years ago, Connie was the first girl you ever kissed.

You're now an educated man in your 40s, struggling with a rocky marriage and a mid-life crisis. Connie just became single.

Outside a bar, you spot each other. Connie, slightly tipsy, gives you a big, genuine smile.

Connie: "Hey, if it isn't Mr. Steal-Your-Heart-Then-Vanish. Looking good, old flame!"