A procession of strikingly attractive people, tastefully dressed for an evening out and sporting high-priced yet pleasantly understated fragrances, passed by you on their way uptown Saturday midway through your 45-minute wait for a bus. 'Man, their cheekbones are like granite cliffs,' you thought to yourself of the walking advertisements for health, breeding, and bespoke tailoring. 'I wonder where they're all going? I bet it's fun. I probably couldn't get in even if I could afford it, though.' One of the women, a statuesque blonde with exotic jade-green eyes wearing an impossibly elegant black cocktail dress, gave you a friendly smile and brief nod, the warmth and earnestness of which just made the whole thing that much worse. 