Hot Carl and the Presidential Consultant

Let me do a brief recap of my night. I had dinner with the President's business consultant last night. He tried to namedrop but what is a 50 year old mexican guy really gonna do to change my mind. TOO OLD!!! Yikes! I draw the line at 44. Sheesh. What was he thinking??? It was funny enough that we went to a "younger" place to watch karaoke and I got hit on by the cuuuutest guy named Rob. Singer in a band....smile to light up a room, and he thought I was out with my DAD! Teehee. I slipped my number in his pocket upon exiting the place because Mario (advisor guy) got really restless and we had to go. Anyways, after Rob sang he asked me what song I was going to sing. I chose Proud Mary and secretly signed both of us up to sing it together. But my master plan failed because we had to leave before I could sing. OH WELL> Left old dude then and went out with Hot Carl.
Now to part deux of my adventure...
Hot Carl. Oh Hot Carl. No excrement involved here, just San Diego's premier chef asking me out. So I went to this place in Torrey Pines called the Lodge to meet up for a drink. We met last week and he told me he would cook for me. He made good on that, believe you me. We sat in this excruciatingly beautiful high end bar in the pine trees and talked about everything under the sun. How I ended up with a foot massage and roomservice prepared by Hot Carl this morning...well, I just don't know. But it seems like paratoopers are falling out of the sky to fulfill my every need in life theses days.
Not bragging, just overwhelmed. Sheesh.
So long story short, I get this knock on the door around nooner and on the tray is seared ahi with asian greens, a bottle of pelligrino, and wild strawberries and fresh cut figs nestled around the smallest vanilla caramelized cheesecake with a spoon made out of pasty dough. It was a work of art. So I lounged around and giggled to myself and ate my breakfast and thought...I don't want a boyfriend. But I might like a Hot Carl.