At a wine tasting event I see Nancy, a woman I have recently met through my golf league, across the room. On my way over to say "Hi,” I notice the tall, handsome, blonde man in a blue golf shirt talking to her. I can’t believe my eyes, my heart skips a beat.

I belong to a “wine-honoring” group of 5 gorgeous, prime-of-their-life women, who meet a couple of evenings a week. We call ourselves “The 5:00 SOMEWHEREs.” We meet at various watering holes for a sip and a chat. One particular evening, we were popping a cork to celebrate one of our funniest member’s birthdays in the outdoor seating area of a local restaurant.

Jazz music filters from my speakers as I pour a single glass of Malbec. I scoop up a cracker topped with cheese and a pickle and plop into my husband’s recliner. What’s a girl to do when her girlfriend calls at the last minute to cancel your chat-fest but it’s only 5pm and the wine is already decanted?