Diego was right. I was in a new dress from Cannes and white Chanel bag that was on it's first NY outing. How could I leave my wardrobe to rot or be fought over by all my friends. No no loser guy was worth that.

Instead of flying out the window I had done a lowball judo / yoga roll and dropped down to the floor unnoticed by Sasha and Jimmy, and slunk in the bedroom to think a few things over and there was the handsome Diego who was so eager to take a few shots of me, so in fact things were suddenly looking quite up indeed.