He approached my desk and let me know what he was there for. I directed him to the correct agent.
They hit it off smashingly. I was ready to find a shovel to start digging out the piles of BS their masculinity was tossing around.
As the agent got up to get Mr. Smooth Joe a cup of coffee, the new comer sauntered over to my desk.
I guess it was not obvious that I was up to my elbows in files.
He proceeded to let me know that he found his girlfriend online. All he had to do was state the facts “TALL HANDSOME BASTARD”
I smiled….
One out of three was truly factual.
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