The apparent contrast within this arm wrestling match isn't lost on me. We're all standing here, wearing several thousand dollars between us. Possibly hundreds of thousands of the gossip about the necklace America's Sweetheart is wearing proves accurate. It's on loan from a designer looking for a little notoriety tonight and has a price tag that is in the six-digit range. And, we're about to arm wrestle– an activity that is done more often than not in seedy back rooms of dive bars between bare-knuckle boxing matches.
Sitting across from my first opponent, I can see that she knows I outmatch her the moment our eyes meet across the nicest folding table I've ever seen.
Shooting me a sweet smile, she reaches her hand across the table to give me a good-natured good luck handshake, which I return. Once our hands are set up, the man standing next to the table who is here to referee signals to us that it's time to go.
