The Winning Table

At the pub quiz last night there was a group of people next to us, one woman and three men. It was obvious that the three men all quite liked the one woman they were with. They all had that intense, claustrophobic air of men who are helpless in their own helpless desires. I'm pretty sure that neither three had any chance with the woman. I'm also pretty sure that all three men, that though thinking this about the other two, probably thought that they themselves would be in with a chance. I also had a feeling that at some point, the woman might have been involved, if only briefly, with one of the men. The woman herself did not seem to be interested in any of the three men. She was obviously the dominant person at the table. The three men kept their heads down toward her at all times. She looked like she was drowning in men who had helpless crushes on her. She seemed slightly bored by them. The men looked liked they were crushing her.
Maybe I'm jealous. After all, their group won the pub quiz.
We came only 6th.