Hi Sean,
In another life as a sales man years ago I entered my prospective clients corporate office, was it at Anhueser Bush? No matter, it was a boiling hot day in good ol St. Louis, nearing five; another long day of sales calls and I was at my weakest mentally and physically.

My prospective client was movie star handsome, a Brad Pitt type with less of the surfer boy look. He looked like he climbs Everest for summer fun. A model jet fighter was on his desk and served as a great ice breaker. ‘I used to fly F 15s(don’t hold me to the right name but good enough) off a carrier.

Shit!

The ladies no doubt must have moistened up around this guy. I found out his looks were a distraction damn it. Yes, I’m straight. Who cares , he was just too good looking to be real.

After my twenty minute pitch and another twenty of talking and trying to close we shook hands and I headed for the door. After opening his office door I felt I needed to clear something I said ‘ don’t take this wrong but damn when the gods were passing out the good looks you got more than most’.

He laughed and quickly responded ‘ hey man , you do pretty good yourself.’ The way he answered told me he dealt with the good looks issue all the time.

Feeling like an idiot and no sale I found my car in the big parking lot. I put it all out of my mind and as I made my way to my hotel I realized my soon to be bought steak burger and crunchy fries were all that mattered.

T