Breakfast: Dos Equis and Red Stripe (not really)

I was out for drinks the other night at one of the few cool bars on the Westside. The bar was quite dark, but I noticed that one of the bartenders was very cute.

I kept on stealing glances at him to make sure. The cliche in L.A. (often true) is that every hot wait person and bartender are wanna-be actors. I was ripe for the cliche.

"So, what's your other job besides bartending? Are you an actor?"

The bartender smiled. "No, I'm a model."

For a moment I thought, really? But there was a slight saracastic edge to his voice.

And I thought that I was quick-witted. I laughed.

"So, do you have any other hobbies?"

"I'm starting a non-profit."

What? Was he joking? Perhaps I found my dream man, except I was pretty sure I had a rule about not dating bartenders.