And so it begins

A second trip to visit the beautiful winetender at an Italian restaurant in the Village (who i met on the train a few week ago) proved to be fruitful this time in that a) he was actually working this time 2) he's still adorable and remembered who I was
b) the food was fucking incredible c) he didn't charge my girlfriends and I for a bottle of wine, a round of espresso, or a round of drinks later at the bar d) he asked for my number e) I got his number. Then later at a big fabulous bash in a jaw-dropping TriBeca loft, I made friendly, very friendly with an adoable Princeton grad who lives way downtown.

On the way home, my girls and I hopped in the cab of the most famous cabbie in all of NYC. Ahmet the Cupid Cabbie. Yeah, his agent is William Morris, he's chummy with Katie Couric and he's going to have a reality TV show next year on Bravo. Weird. And apparently if you offer to let him hook you up, you'll have 60-year-old Muslim dudes calling you at all hours of the night....or so i hear.