Of course Resnick was right, he was always right. A woman like Adette didn't stay single for long. She nodded drunkenly, sniffling again.
"I really thought... this was it ya know? Not a damn thing wrong with that man, not one damn thing I could complain about. Guys like that only come around one in a million years. If I hold out for him, it'll turn out he's already got a wife by the time I get there, I just fucking know it. Men like Micheal are a hot commodity. Powerful, strong, gorgeous, clever. Dear lord the width of that man's chest!" Drunk rambling that came out a bit slurred, on hand gripped Resnick's shirt, the other held the bottle, now it was getting rather empty. "Don't take it personally~ I mean those tattoos of your- nothing will top that as long as I live, but..."