"What do you do for a living?" he asked.

"I'm a nanny," she replied.

And suddenly, Katie was that much hotter.

So we went to a local watering hole tonight after senseless job two for a beer and a burger. Yes. Diet. So half-a-burger. Chicken burger, really, so it's healthier. And we had maybe six fries altogether. And the good Ale. Just two. And we only ate half the burger so back off. Christ.

But we digress.

Katie sat immediately to our right. We're so fed up with the sleeping alone thing that we don't even look at Katie, nor do we look at drunk friend, who is swigging wine and vociferously texting.

Eight minutes later, Katie's friend's friend walks in. Dirty blonde hair, HGH biceps, tight t-shirt, tighter jeans, wedding ring. He screams North Jersey married divorcee. She, ringless with Molly Ringwald hair, leaves with him.

Katie is alone.

To her right is a cute guy in glasses. He'd be us, but for the whole OMG he has the smallest hands ever thing. Like, Matt Roloff hands, only not as, well, there's no nice way to put it, so we'll just say he has the smallest skinny hands we've ever seen.

But he's working his game with Katie, who is cuter than we thought. (Note to self: look at the ladies next to you in the bar. See what they look like. At least try to play the game a little).

Katie is a nanny. You knew this. She's also somewhat cute with pretty blue eyes and the ability to swig a half-glass of Pinot quickly when no one is looking -- except us.

So Katie talks to Handy Smurf and his friend, who also has the HGH biceps and the tats everywhere and the weird facial hair but hey! Everyone is from East or West or North Orange so it's all good.

Then everyone started talking about Sirius Satellite Radio and we rolled our eyes and left, iPod snobs that we are.

The End.