High Point

This weekend on my third date with Bobby Flay, I lost $100. I was paying for drinks (which is what I think you're supposed to do when your date spends way too much money on an overpriced dinner?) and I think the roll of 20's fell out of my wallet at the bar, but I didn't notice then. When I realized what had happened, I literally almost cried. It took me an hour to get over it. Bobby Flay had to give me cab money to get home...

...which I did not use until the morning - when I hailed a cab in my heels and going-out jeans in the midst of morning dog-walkers and elderly men strolling through the Upper East Side. My driver took one look at me through the rear view mirror and asked in his thick Puerto Rican accent, "Oh, you already dress up for tonight?" Then he chortled to himself. I snorted loudly, and said, "Uh, yeah."

I gave him a dirty look and he just laughed. I rolled my eyes and half-smiled as I sunk back against the seat.

Bastard.