You decide to Play the Field – the Field Museum , that is – and join your co-worker Natasha at the Museum's monthly Thursday night mixer and social evening inside the museum down at 1400 South Lake Shore Drive .

Scrambling to get your act together, you toss off your work clothes and put on a pair of jeans and a swell polo shirt. The only item in your refrigerator worthy of digestion is leftover pizza so you scarf it down and toss the dirty dishes in the sink, meanwhile wondering if that faucet is ever going to stop dripping.

It's nearly 8:30 , so you're going to have to cab it there. You walk over to Lincoln Avenue where there will surely be a glut of taxis at this hour, but there are not too many in sight and there seems to be competition for the few available. You hold your arm up high and after a few waves, a yellow cab pulls to your side of the street. As you walk towards the passenger side of the vehicle another hand reaches for the back door.

"Hey, this is my cab," you nearly shout.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was mine," says the cab stealer. It is the voice of a woman and looking at her you can see she is possibly the most beautiful one you've seen in a long time. She looks straight at you and smiles. "I'm running late for dinner up in Lincoln Square . Any chance you're heading in that direction? Maybe we could share this cab?"

You pause for a minute staring at her. She has an incredible smile, big eyes and great legs. She smiles at you patiently awaiting a response.

You could gamble on a cab ride out of your way to and take a chance on getting to know her by turning to page 17.

It's getting late and if you're going to meet your co-worker you better catch the next cab and continue on to the Field Museum by turning to page 25.