There was a woman in my parking garage this morning dressed head to toe in tight black leather revving a motorcycle, filling the air with intoxicating fumes of speed and sex and go fetch me a beer, boy.
Later, after getting out of the shower I looked in the mirror and wondered if there was anything I wore or did that made women swoon. That's when I knew it was time to dust of my over-sized, foam cowboy hat. Giddy up.
But seriously, I should buy a motorcycle. Or maybe just some new shoes.