You know that guy that always seems to end up beside you at the bar? The one you can't stop glancing over at again and again? Your nerves won't allow you to open your mouth and say hello because you keep telling yourself he's way, way out of your league. Or, you're almost positive that he might not even acknowledge you even if you did speak up and say hello. The kind of guy you go home and think about until the wee hours of the morning long after the bar has closed and he's disappeared into thenight taking your chance of ever seeing him again along with him. That's the kind of guy that Thomas Woods is.