Last night I spent quite some time fantasizing about one of the night stock clerks at my grocery store. He was exactly my type and I had this sort of crazed Pavlovian response to him that I later redirected towards a Krispy Kreme. Still, it's good to know that my magnetic pull towards the marginally-employed remains intact. The closest I may ever come to finding a sugar daddy is meeting a guy who drives a delivery truck for C&H.