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All wrapped up in an Excel spreadsheet, my office phone rang and to my delight, it was Greg. I knew it was him as soon as he whispered the first words, “Hey there, sexy!” even though he almost never calls me at work. I smiled at the sound of his voice and answered back the same thing, “Hey there, sexy!”

“I want to have lunch with you today” he announced.

That was unusual – I don’t think I’ve ever had lunch with Greg. Just a lot of nice dinners and romps in the sack for the past year or so. “What did you have in mind? Are you out my way or at your shop?” I asked.

Rush hour is ridiculous. My office is only 20 miles from my house and it should only take 30 minutes to get from the parking garage to my driveway. But rush hour means when I walk out of the office at 5:00 pm, it will take 2 hours of sitting in bumper to bumper traffic to get home. So, some of us have figured out that we can spend an hour and a half at a downtown bar, drinking and laughing and meeting guys, then get home in 30 minutes. What sounds like more fun? Sitting in traffic for two hours? Or sitting at a bar for an hour and a half and then driving home in 30 minutes? I get home the same time either way, unless I meet a hot guy at the bar, and then I might not get home until very late that night. Or the next morning.