The other day I heard someone at a 6:00 am network meeting proclaim - "I have an ezine!"
Still half asleep, and hopped up on my third cup of coffee, my mind raced to try to figure out what he was talking about. I remained silent and sent my best early morning grin the way of the self-declared ezine-ite and knew I had a task for later.
"What the heck was an ezine?" I thought. It sounded sort of like a European motor scooter or something but I did not want to embarrass myself like the time I thought SEM was some kinky couples thing, only to find out it was Search Engine Marketing. I had to switch networking groups after that incident...
So after the meeting I went to the only place where you find out these sorts of things - Starbucks, during the day. Everyone knows that entrepreneurs that have a 'home office' really work from Starbucks. I even think Starbucks invented the concept to sell more fancy coffee drinks.
After ordering my latte I asked the barista if he knew what an ezine was. He instantly blushed and turned towards the comfy chair section. I didn't get it.
What did the comfy chairs have to do with ---
And then I saw her....
The hair, the clothes, the face, she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.
She looked so familiar but I was sure I would have remembered meeting someone who looked like her.
Feeling like my 4:30 am shower and one minute makeup session was quite insufficient I turned back to the barista and mumbled, "What does she have to do with an ezine?.." but he was off blending some mocha, no whip, double shot of espresso adult-Slurpee and I found myself talking to a shelf overflowing with bags of coffee.
I grabbed my latte and headed to the comfy chairs and -- the woman.
As I got closer I knew I had seen her before. But where?
She noticed me staring and smiled. "Hello, want to join me?," she whispered. Her voice sounded like Marilyn Monroe singing 'Happy Birthday Mr. President'.
I introduced myself and mentioned the barista told me the sexy lady could tell me what an ezine was.
She giggled like a sex kitten, leaned towards me and whispered, "Can you keep a secret?"
A secret! This was getting exciting! I gulped back half my latte, burning my throat in the process and choked out a "Yes". I knew I was getting close, this definitely had nothing to do with a European motor scooter! "Ok, ok," I thought. "Tell me what the heck an ezine is!"
I closed my eyes in anticipation of finding the truth. I knew I was about to be enlightened. I held my breath - continued below ...