Jeff told him, “Ivan, you’re crazy popular now on the personal web pages of San Diego, dude. People are taking pictures of you and posting you up on their sites.”

Paul added, “And a whole lot of girls, too,” from the office speakerphone.

Jeff said, “Yeah, and some of them are, like, listing freaky fantasies and shit. So you may want to watch out for who you take pictures with now.”

Ivan shook his head. He said, “You see that? Now I gotta have a bodyguard snatching cameras.”

“Hey, man, the superstars have to live with that every day. And you’re on your way now,” Paul told him. “But just look at it this way: the traffic that we’re generating now is just crazy.”

Jeff joked, “All you have to do now is let your lawyers know you didn’t do any of the things these girls may brag about.”

Ivan laughed and blew it off. He said, “Well, make sure you guys run out and get your suits tailored for the big event.”

“We need to wear suits?” Jeff asked him.

“Well…if not a full suit, then at least a nice jacket,” Ivan told them.

“You mean like you do?” Paul commented.

“Yeah, I want you guys to try and look like mini Ivans,” he joked.

They shared a laugh.

Jeff said, “Sure, then we can get a percentage of the women you get.”

Ivan told them, “Don’t believe the hype on all those women. I’ve only had a select few.”

Jeff and Paul got real quiet at the offices. That claim sounded unbelievable.

Paul said, “Ivan, we’re not the judge and jury here. You don’t have to lie about that to us.”

Jeff broke out laughing. He said, “My sentiments exactly.”

Catherine called Ivan up and had her own laugh about his articles. She quoted, “‘I’ve always been one to blend in well with everyone…That’s why I love living here in San Diego…I would love to just be that guy who you can count on to bring everyone together.’”

She laughed and said, “You are so full of shit now, Ivan. You could care less about bringing people together. You’re all about bringing your pockets together. But I have to admit it, though, that website is banging. Those computer geeks are working that thing out.”

Ivan smiled and corrected her. “They’re my creative executives.”

“Whatever. So your birthday party is fifty dollars?”

“And all the money people can afford it,” Ivan told her.

Catherine paused over the line. She said, “It’s crazy how people choose to spend their money. And no offense, Ivan, but who would have ever thought that you could charge people fifty dollars just to come to a birthday party to see you?”