The day has come. The day every little girl dreams of. Rico, the liquor and automotive account manager, has just asked me to be an evening wife. It's like I've won the lottery, only instead of a cash prize I get to be in heavy rotation with about 4-6 other lucky ladies (I just pulled that number out of my butt, there could be hundreds for all I know but I like to remain optimistic) whom he takes to client events so he doesn't have to go it alone. I can't tell you how magnificent this feels. I'm one of the chosen ones. It didn't come easily mind you, there was a vigorous screening process, I was monitored at previous events to see how I conducted myself a)with strangers b)with copious amounts of booze c)with a dance floor. And I passed with flying colors.
What can I say? Rico and I have a groove that doesn't come around often enough. We're simpatico if you will. Our first event was last Wednesday and while I admit I spent most of the time "sittin' pretty," as opposed to learning the mysteries of the world from the master himself (he did have to entertain clients mind you), it was grand.
I'm so glad that sexual harassment incident didn't set us back. He really is a sport.
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