“Tell
me about your progress,” he says, taking a seat beside me but still keeping his
distance.
That
I can do. I narrate my attempts to find good ambassadors of the brand and he
gives me a few suggestions. Without realizing it, I laugh with him when he
tells me about his meeting with his idol of youth, a high level athlete.
“Who’s
on your list of people you’d like to sleep with?” I ask.
“I
don’t have such a list.” He pretends to be offended.
Seeing
my mocking air, he surrenders. “Fine, I’ve always had a soft spot for Sandra Bullock.”
“I
was expecting a younger woman with an ample bosom. Sandra Bullock is a
respectable choice.”
“Nice
to know you approve. What do you have to say?”
“Hang
on because I have several. When I was younger, it was Pierce Brosnan. During my
studen
