growing up in sthlm i m not familiar what to do on a date or how it should be proceeded. somehow it always feels like a official date if the guy is picking you up with his car, scooter or bike. me personally got dropped off once by a bicycle (major romantic factor), picked up by scooter numerous times and once in a while by taxi. i always imagine myself walking out of my building when getting ready for the night, no skirt if he comes with his scooter, if it is a sportscar than def. forget about the heels. Ever tried getting out of a fast ass car in stiletto, unless u r starring in a 007 movie or dating batman himself, believe me its not a pretty sight when your date needs to literally kick you out of the passenger seat. so much for my unstated elegance.

mr tom ford of china brought me everywhere worth tasting, although i was boycotting the jacuzzi on the topfloor of hyatt I never say no to a good bottle of red wine followed by a another bottle of veuve. ofcourse i had to ghettonize the evening with my junkie flair by rolling up one in the Countach. I told mr tom ford to bring his range rover next time, it is absolutely impossible to get out this muscle car being stoned. He offered me a session with this personal trainer. "Honey it is not the car, it is your abs...or lack of it". Fabulous.