I [heart] planning for retirement

the financial planner my work has a contract with, K, is so beautiful I sometimes forget to breathe. He's stunning in a way people I see in real life aren't. Only movies stars employing personal stylist and primping for hours look like that. But K doesn't look artificial like famous people do.

I had a one-on-one meeting with him yesterday to set up my retirement plan. My understanding of stocks, funds, compound interest, etc. is not as good as I want it to be. Looking at him across the table, I had to keep reminding myself to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth, not just his beautiful mouth. So I didn't learn much. It all felt very out of character - I am not usually that girl. I usually can focus when I need to. Boys usually don't get to me like that. So I tried to ask intelligent questions, mostly to prolong the meeting. . . and my stomach dropped when he said things like, "young people like us have different needs than your coworkers." Sure, he was only talking about smart investments. . . but it doesn't always take much for me to start concocting silly fantasies.

I'm meeting with him again next Tuesday. . . I need to review all of the information he gave me this weekend; I want to end up with a retirement plan that is a good fit, not whatever I agree to while I am distracted.