Hi, I’m Cory Gardner. Nice to meet you!  If I could look you in the eye and shake your hand, I would. 

Do you know about me? Because I know all about you. I know what you like to hear; I know what you like to see; I know how you like to feel. That’s because I’m good at this “getting elected” thing. One of the best, even. They’re calling me a rising star—I’ll take it. But I’m not here to gloat. I know you may not have wanted me as much as I wanted you. Still, we’re going to have to get along. I figured we may as well get to know each other. 

- In a bathtub with a lover and a steamed-over bottle 

of wine.

- In a broken elevator on the 14th story of a high rise 

with a bunch of strangers.

- In front of a dimly lit mirror, read in a whisper.

- In a living room with all your friends after having 

prepared and eaten too much ratatouille.

- In a deciduous forest, alone, right after it rains.