Basher swept me from the prying fashion-gossips and took me to an adorable little wine bar. It wasn’t his usual pub; he did some research on the latest hot boite to impress me. Something was up.

It turned out that Mimi M. broke up with Brad. She used my thickheaded, musclebound, hockey-playing ex-husband to get the dirt on me. I’ve got to give that girl credit. She is even sneakier (and perhaps smarter) than I thought.

Basher felt bad, but if he was Mimi M.’s primary information source, I should come out okay in her article. When we were together, we usually didn’t talk much.

Then we stopped talking at the wine bar. There was a moment. There’s always a moment. Then there’s always the sense that the moment is wrong. Basher burps - and I excuse myself.

I’ve been hiding in my room at the W ever since, but now it’s time to face the Fashion and Design Festival. Luckily I will make heads turn for the right reason tonight with my fabulous Jason Myers trapeze dress from boutique letrou.