More FBI agents

While enjoying the free drinks provided at our DC hotel's happy hour, Sister, Odie, Mom, Glor and I were in awe of all of the hot guys wandering the lobby. FBI agents with radio ear pieces and badges, Army officers with their cool pins, and even a few suspected CIA guys passed by us as we tried not to stare. Then the guy I had scoped out at breakfast in a totally non-stalker "Oooo he likes oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins just like me" kind of way showed up. Sister, Odie and I happened to be grabbing some more hors d'oeuvres (aka cubes of cheese, potato chips and popcorn) when he appeared and all started whispering about how good looking he was. My whispers may have been more like slightly muted shouts, given that he turned around and caught us staring after I said, "No, he is definitely the hottest one here." I didn't really care though because as I said back at the table when we saw him leaving, "He's so hot he could totally be in the FBI calendar."
Remind me again why I live in Minnesota where there are no FBI agents (except for the ones I became friends with at Halloween after deciding to steal their suits), no military men in uniform and definitely no CIA agents (although I suppose they might be here and I just wouldn't know it)? Ugh.

ADDENDUM: Sister posted this in the comments but it was just too priceless not to be included here...
Mom: "He's married"
CA Sister: "Ya? So am I!!!"

CA Sister: "Did you hear, sis? He's got a ring on"
MN Sister: "It could be part of the disguise...you know - to throw people off??"
CA Sister: "That's EXACTLY what I said to Mom"

CA Sister: How come I didn't get to put dibbs on any of the beefcakes? Because of my ring?
MN Sister: Um, yes.