A Date With Disaster

I get to the Soho House in Hollywood. 

I am so pretty it hurts. I look at myself in the mirrors in the lobby, and, oh my god! What am I doing here. I should be on the cover of some magazine. I’m hot, but chic, but understated. I’m going on a date. I am on a mission. The mission: Paralyze the guy with my coolness. Hypnotize him with my smoky eye. Petrify…