I don't know how to sugarcoat this so I'll just say it - my financial advisor sounds a lot like Barry White. A lot!Now, I've never heard him croon "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe" but I'm sure he'd totally rock it (note to self: invite him to next karaoke outing).
Sometimes this similarity creeps me out and sometimes I get a kick out of it. Today was one of those "kick out of it" days.
The best part is that he looks like the anti-Barry White. He's your average mid-sized, middle-aged, white man. 100% cracker. I suspect he's quite conservative. Two kids, wife and a house in a tony East Bay suburb. However - he is a kick in the pants. When we speak (on the phone or in person) it's always a hootenanny. Or, well, as much of a hootenanny as it can be when you're talking to a finance guy...
So in my imagination it's actually Barry White who's handling my sheesh - and I get a huge kick out of that ;)
