He said he was “Very busy with work.” So, James Cook – the big time playboy and sailor, claimed he really wanted to see me and would try to work me into his schedule. Next!
The Next! guy, Earl, was all over me like a cheap suit. Classic: Too much, too soon, too fast. He loved to gamble and – by all accounts – he was not playing with a full deck.
Not one to give up…I kept looking for Mr Right. And one day, there he was! I walked into the famed Mr. Pickles Sandwich Shop in Santana Row and there – ordering and holding court – was the cutest, funniest man I’d seen…forever. The staff behind the counter was laughing hysterically while – his name was George – told them that classic Earl of Sandwich joke that everyone knows.
And, that was the beginning of a delicious Love Story…