An hour ago.

Pepperoni pizza at Stella Barra in Santa Monica. Thick crust, deceptively airy.

A sexy man was sitting next to me. 45 years old? With a ranch in Montana and en route to Australia via Hawaii.

I asked him out on a date. Had to start a conversation, so I thanked him for ordering Brussels sprouts.

Once we got talking, he declined, citing his partner of 26 years who was sitting beside him.