Two weeks ago, I was taken to Balthazar and promptly quizzed about my life. It’s okay, because the woman with the Am Ex was cool, smart, hot, and incredibly successful – in short, one of those “Oh gosh, will I be you?” women.
Plus, she shares an unreasonable crush on Kate Moss.
After making me spill on every boy I might have already kissed, she deemed them unworthy (told you she was smart), then made me a bet.
“Go on Nerve.com,” she commanded. “It’s where I met my boyfriend. Go on, and if you don’t meet someone you like within six months, we will go to the spa for an entire day, my treat.”
And you know I never back down from a bet.
Now I need to pick a screen name, and ImaginarySocialite is too long.
So, do we like…
Obviously the plus with #b is if you don’t get the reference, I probably don’t want to kiss you anyway. But it could also lead to a lot of Sci Fi nerds, which is why I’m not calling myself Eowyn.
Anyway, go on and vote.
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