We met at Bar Bauchon the other week, after Happy Hour. Sounds like a line if I’ve heard one. Me: married for 23 years now, I have one date in particular that is worth a mention. The guy with the gold-plated screw around his neck – yep, a salesman for a hardware store. Went on one almost double date. Met at a singles dance at Mountain Gate. “Do you mind,” he asks, “if I bring the French foreign exchange high school students living with me for the summer.” “Oh, no,” I replied, we were, after all, going to a grown-up dinner and play at the Music Center…Who knew that all they eat would be foie gras, French fries, and filet mignon. Oh, and smoke. Marlboros. Really.

Yours is cute stuff. (I am writing away right now about living the green life for http://beverlyhills.patch.com/ ) Not quite the same thing. Best, EL