Stream of conciousness.

Something I learned today, a bucket of Popeye's chicken contains 16,000 calories which would meet the dietary needs of the average person for about 8 days.

My birthday weekend was lovely and exhausting. Everyone kept mistaking me for a Miss America pageant contestant. Most often guessed states were Arizona, California, Louisiana and New Mexico. Unfortunately for my would be supporters, I don't have any talents that I can perform on national television.

Days before I left for Las Vegas, I met the man of my dreams.

I was traveling for work and as a rule, I will only stay in towns that have a Starbucks because they posses three very important things; clean bathrooms, reliable internet connections and caffeine any way I want it. This time, I got a gift with purchase. I was furiously typing away on my computer in the quietest corner to be found, attempting to finish a presentation that I was supposed to give about thirty minutes later. I noticed a rather attractive man wearing a suit get up for a coffee refill. As he returned to his table I looked up from my work and smiled, as I often do at hot dudes. He smiled and nodded in that fraternity boy sort of way and I went back to plotting numbers on very important looking graphs while sitting uncomfortably in my very buttoned up suit. Moments later, I looked up to see hot dude hovering over my table.

"So, what do you sell? he questioned quite coyly.
Somewhat astounded that someone was actually speaking to me, I replied, "I sell pizza, lot's and lot's of pizza".
He burst out in laughter, later claiming he almost cried.
"Really?", he managed to utter in near disbelief.
"Yes, really. Lot's and lot's of it. And what do you sell?"
With a crooked smile, the kind I love so much, he replied, "surgical devices, some that save lives and some that enhance them."
"Would you believe me if I told you this was not the first person I've met who enhanced the lives of others by selling penile implants?"
"Well, umm, I guess there are several competing brands" he responded.
I smiled, wishing I wasn't facing a time crunch because otherwise I may have taken advantage of Starbucks clean restrooms.
He said he'd let me get back to it and returned to his claimed corner table.

Ten minutes later, again absorbed by my work, a business card landed squarely in the middle of my keyboard.

He said, "If you're still in town around lunch you should give me a call" and then he walked out the door.

I hurried through my meeting, cramming four hours of information into two and then called him. We had lunch at Jimmy John's. It was so romantic. Ha! Only one problem, he lives in Minneapolis, mere blocks away from my old apartment. Luckily, I am able to find plenty of excuses to be in town. Next week I have a bachelorette party and hot dude and I have a date.