I am sitting out on South Beach in Miami, soaking up some sun. Some bikini-clad local girls are sitting on the beach nearby, talking about a recent break-up. I can somehow tell they are current or former Florida State sorority girls.

Jan: How are we gonna get you back onto the market?

Jill: I have, like no idea.

Rina: Ohmigod I have like, the perfect idea.

Jill: What, like a date auction?

Jan: That would be so fun.

Rina: You know those planes that you can rent out and fly over South Beach, with a banner behind them?

Jill: Umm, yeah

Jan: Ohmigod, those are like, so annoying. They're always like "Come to my club"

Jill: Or like "Has anyone seen my puppy?"

(I have NEVER seen anything like this on a flyer. Girls in South Florida are absolutely ridiculous.)

Rina: Well we can rent one of those out and have the banner say say "Jill Keller. Hungry For Your Love. Home number 305-111, Cell 205-3232 or whatever.

Jill: Ohmigod, you would NOT seriously do that.

Rina: I sooo would.

Jan: How much would that cost, like a million dollars?

Rina: Don't worry about that, my dad can take care of it.