Real charisma
After clavicle surgery the nurses who helped dress me told me to find a girlfriend. They even helped out by sending home a little conversation starter: an x-ray of the titanium plate and bolts holding my shoulder together. I imagine myself approaching a strange brunette in the street, fumbling the x-ray. ``Hey look at this,'' I tell her, ``Look at what I have in my shoulder.'' Then we're talking!