A hot Night in Buffalo

It was 7:00 on a Thursday and I was sitting in a hotel bar rethinking my career choices. It was Buffalo, NY ; it was hot and humid; and it was my fourth night in a row in a different hotel. I was rethinking my career choices because I knew this was going to be my schedule for the next 6 months to a year. It was bad enough I was working 60 hours; 6 days a week; but moreover, my nights were spent hotel hopping.
I was beginning to think being a zone manager was a young man's game. I was crabby, sweaty, bored, and sick of the heat wave, when my day started to brighten up. She walked into the bar like she was walking down a runway. Tall, lethal, blonde, and beautiful