I went into the bank today to sit down with a banker and get a couple questions answered about business bank accounts. Shouldn’t take long, about five minutes. Besides, I had some other errands to run. I have to get ink for my printer, check out laptop computers…
But then I sat down with my banker, and she was cute. Like, really cute. My five minutes of questions turned into a one hour conversation. We talked about the usual; dating, different cultures, and hot lesbian action.
I usually just don’t date the women that serve me professionally, like bartenders, bus drivers, bankers, and the like. I’d rather have a cute banker that loves me than an eventual ex-girlfriend that doesn’t. Hmm… this rule doesn’t make much sense to me right now.
The bad thing, I got none of my other goals accomplished!